They Call Me Blondie

Falling into bed after a long day, as I buried my face in my pillows my thoughts race ahead of me: "Oh to be leaping into bed for excitement of the days to come!"   How I longed for a new night like this.  What seemed to be on repeat the last handful of days, who am I kidding, WEEKS; was the exhaustion of striving and not knowing what to do. Most days are't too difficult to get through.  Grab my coffee, jump in the car and off to the studio to teach some classes with the music up and sun shining!  A dozen thoughts race through my head as I drive to work: "What's on my list to get at Trader Joe's again?"  "Was today or was tomorrow Tiffany's birthday? Or was YESTERDAY Tiff's Birthday?!?  Oh shoooot.... better text her at the next light."  "Hmmm, I wonder who's going to be in my first class?"  "Did my sister get my call from yesterday?"  "Ooooh, I wonder If I have time to go to Starbucks between classes!...

Some of you may need to hear this right now. Your story matters. You are seen. Whether you are 21 and just finishing college and haven't a clue what you're going to do with your life, 27 or 33 still wondering why haven't things worked out the way you wanted them too, or even late thirties or forties and you find yourself married with kids and still asking questions of uncertainty and why! I am blessed to know some incredible women and get to do life with them near and far.  I know authors and doctors, fitness instructors and business owners.  Directors of their company that just so happened to evolve into their position over time, PR executives that work with Hollywood celebrities and overnight sensations, medical sales reps, account executives, even those transitioning to full-time mommyhood.  I know girls that are single and have their life ahead of them, or single way too long(if you asked them), girls that are married, with kids under 6 and kids that are grown...

The kind of karma we don't have to work for I recently had the privilege to take a trip to a city I loved and been to a handful of times; yet this trip was slightly different because it was for something familiar (an event), although something I had never done before (new people, new company, new atmosphere). I love traveling, so there was no worry there.  I love cities, and the exploration is always fun.  I also love events and talking with people and chances to meet new people; a nd so, I was excited all around! This trip was coming at a time in life where it was gladly welcomed to break up some monotony; so my bags were packed a day early and on the plane I went excited for a weekend away full of possibilities!  " Who will I meet? " I wondered. " What stories will I hear? " " What adventures will I get into? " I boarded the plane with endless possibilities and my joy sky high.  Excited for the adventure ahead; I hailed my cab(aka ...

A year or so ago I read a Huffington Post titled "Don't Date a Girl Who Travels." As I read through it I found myself nodding and saying "yes" out loud to many of the statements: " Her soul craves for new experiences and adventures. She will be unimpressed with your new car and your expensive watch.  She won't party at Republiq because she knows that one weekend of clubbing is equivalent to one week somewhere far more exciting.  Chances are she cant hold a steady job. Or she's probably daydreaming about quitting. She doesn't want to keep working her ass off for someone else's dream. She's working towards her own. She's not sure when the next paycheck will come but she goes out and takes what life has to offer her.  She goes with the flow and follows her heart, she dances to the beat of her own drum.  When waves are calling, life stops and she will be oblivious to everything else for a moment. But she has learned that the most impor...

The frost settled on the ground from the night before, the sun was already up and the traffic was starting to build for the final workday of the week.  With the engine barely running long enough to put the car into motion, I was off to work with a thermos of hot tea as the only thing warm in my car... My commute to work took only that of 15-20minutes; so just barely long enough to get that heat crankin, center my thoughts, and spend a few quiet moments in them before I would get to the studio and have to burst into energy to help everyone have a fantastic day.  (for the sake of the story, where I was employed doesn't matter - You can think it was an art studio, a studio for dance or even a boutique of clothing with your imagination;)   The important details are outside of the actual place of work. I had been on this journey for the past few years.  I knew what I was called to and still pursuing that, but I had to pay bills and put food on my table, so I did what an...

I find myself driving and oops there i go... headspin... I'm suddenly back to where I was, oh, 2yrs ago. 6mos ago. 8 DAYS ago. Again. Except this time its with a NEW view and a DIFFerent tune. Waiting. Awesome. Isnt it? I find myself asking "Lord, did i hear you the first time?"or in a bewildered state;  I hesitate.  And meditate  to formulate the words—  and then....   release. ahhhh.  ....and I, I cannot bring more to the tip of my tongue to rattle off some religious prayer  or words like its what You wanna hear  and i s..s..stutter through because i feel like I have no words left to utter a glimpse into the wreckage and turmoil I'm in.. I have. no. words.  God. I need a revelation!  I just really want to know if your near me;  Lord Do you hear me?! And so I'm stuck.  I keep driving. and thinking.  and processing.  Lingering....  My heart is overwhelmed a...

How many of you remember looking up to your Father, uncle, even big brother as if they were on the same level as spiderman, the Incredible Hulk or just plain superhero status? Of course they were human and had their moments of outbursts, or human breakdowns; but as a child I remember thinking my dad was the absolute bestest and greatest Firefighter of them all. He climbed mountains, and scaled rocks. He knew how to start a fire from twigs and rocks together which to me seemed magical. He always was up for an adventure or going out to do 'fun' things. Bike riding, body surfing, exploring; you name it! He even knew how to pick the prettiest of wildflowers to make bouquets for our mom, so he was charming too.   Growing up in a home where Dad had to save the world from bad guys or fires that were threatening buildings with trapped grandmothers in them; it seemed normal to me to have a father gone every other day.  He was a firefighter by trade so they worked shifts of 24hours...