Its' nothing, they explain it's like a diesel train
Better not be there when it rolls over
And when that train rolls in, you won't know where it's been
You gotta try to see a little further
They love each other, Lord you can see it's true
Lord you can see it's true, Lord you can see it's true
525 days. That’s how long I went without being in a dark music venue, surrounded by the smells of spilled beer, too much cologne, and my heart thumping in time to the bass level. Throughout the pandemic, every single person on this planet has suffered some sort of loss; family members, friends, connection, jobs...the list goes on. In times of great loss, we often seek comfort from the things we love most. For me, that love has always been live music. With the world beginning to open up (and precautions in place to ensure safety to staff and guests), it was time to break my 525 day streak. The show? Everyone’s Dead at Ardmore Music Hall.
After stumbling to show both my COVID vaccine card and ID at the door while a man checked my fanny pack, my ticket was scanned and I walked into the venue. Overwhelmed by the amount of actions that happened in under a minute, a woman grabbed my focus with a “welcome back” as I entered the hall. Sliding my sunglasses off my face, mask up, my eyes readjusted to the space. The smell of patchouli wafted through my mask, and I stared out at the sea of tie dye and concert goers of all ages. It was 7:40, and frankly forgetting what time concerts start, I took a walk around before grabbing a beer from the bar. It was impossible to not notice the eyes that peered out above everyone’s masks, full of both excitement and a subtle “does this feel weird to you, too?” kind of vibe.
20 minutes later, the crowd hushed briefly before filling the air with applause as the band came on stage. As I held my beer in my hand with my back pressed up against the bar ledge, my body felt heavy as the band started playing. It was the feeling described in romance novels, when the woman finally realizes she’s madly in love with some man, and her beloved appears in front of her. It was a swelling of the heart triggered but the sudden, all encompassing feeling of being near what you love most. It was the feeling of returning to my love, live music.
Let me start by saying that this is my personal top-10 album list of 2018. Ignoring what the critics say (though a few of these are critically-acclaimed), these are the albums I just can’t stop listening to from start to end. 2018 was a big year for female-driven work, from pop to folk to country, and all the genres in-between. I got to see 4 out of the 10 below in concert this year, and that definitely played into the ratings below. So without further ado, here are my top-10 albums of 2018. Comment below with your favorites!
10. Julia Holter, “Aviary”
I’ve been a fan of Holter’s since 2013(ish), and this album beautifully blends her atmospheric voice with ambient electronics and instruments. “Voce Simul” is one of my favorite songs to listen to while walking around the city on a cloudy day. There’s something sexy and haunting and intriguing about this album; each song is a new chapter that needs to be explored.
9. Frank Turner, “Be More Kind”
When asked to describe Turner’s music, I often describe it as “grown-up punk rock.” I saw my first Frank Turner show this past September at “Sea. Hear. Now.” and he, his band, and the crowd that loves him blew me away. “1993” will have you hopping up and down and “Blackout” reminds me of being at an underground pop rock concert in college in the best way possible. Listen to this when on a run, when you need a pick-me-up, or when you just want to feel good.
8. Cat Power, “Wanderer”
I’ve loved Cat Power since hearing her cover “Sea of Love” (originally by Phil Phillips) in the 2007 movie “Juno.” Mixing originals with covers, Power delivers another strong record after a 6 year hiatus. I love her cover of Rihanna’s “Stay,” and “Woman,” which she co-wrote with Lana Del Rey, is another stand out.
7. Kacey Musgraves, “Golden Hour”
Is she country? Is she pop? Does it matter? Admittedly I didn’t listen to Musgraves before this album, but after seeing her debut on SNL, I knew I had to take a listen. “Slow Burn” is my favorite track off this album, but the album in its entirety is surely worth a listen (or two). Her lyrics are honest, yet playful and catchy.
6. Ariana Grande, “Sweetener”
I’m pretty sure this album is on everyone’s top lists, whether they are a pop fan or not. Grande’s latest album broke genre barriers and had everyone bopping along with her sometimes sugary, sometimes soulful, “Sweetener.” If you somehow haven’t hear it, start with “God is a Woman” and still listen to “Pete Davidson” to temporarily mourn the loss of the relationship. Follow that with “No Tears Left to Cry” and you’ll be singing along with Grande in no time.
5. Foxing, “Nearer My God”
I was turned on to Foxing with the release of this album, and I’m kicking myself for not listening to them sooner. This is one of the small handful of albums I turn on when I don’t know what to listen to. There’s energy, there’s power, there’s rock––it’s just a solid album. Hoping to catch them live in 2019. “Gameshark” was one of my top listened to tracks of 2018.
4. Florence and the Machine, “High as Hope”
I’ve never met a Florence and the Machine album that I didn’t like, and “High as Hope” is no exception. I saw Florence and the Machine in concert earlier this year, and that woman has more energy and spirit than any artist I’ve ever seen. Not to mention vocals that are almost unearthly. “Patricia,” a tribute to Patti Smith, is one of my favorite tracks on the album, and Florence’s full range really comes out in the opening track “June.”
3. Mitski, “Be the Cowboy”
I don’t even know what to say about this album, just that it’s really, really freaking good. There are pop elements in “Washing Machine Heart,” disco elements in “Nobody,” dynamic vocal range in “Geyser,” Robyn-like beats in “Why Didn’t You Stop me?” and the list goes on. Seriously, just listen to this album. “Old Friend” is my favorite track off of “Be the Cowboy.”
2. The Boxer Rebellion, “Ghost Alive”
Saw these guys perform at World Cafe Live in Philadelphia this year in support of this album, and hands down, it was my favorite show of the year. The album starts strong with “What the Fuck,” my favorite track off the album. Ranging from loud rock to softer melodies like “Here I Am,” the album highlights Nicholson’s dynamic vocal range and the undeniable talent of the entire band. In only 11 songs, “Ghost Alive” encompasses an entire range of emotions, and I am so there for that.
1. Brandi Carlile, “By the Way, I Forgive You”
Seeing Brandi Carlile perform at “Sea. Hear. Now.” slides in as a close second in the “favorite show of the year” category. Carlile puts her all into her performances, and that’s the same case in this album. Stand out tracks for me include “The Joke” and “The Mother,” and she’s recently released a breathtaking and moving music video for “Party of One.” Do yourself a favor and listen to this album at home, with the speakers up loud, and let her words and melodies fill your home and soul with all the feels.
There are some bands that put out a solid record among an otherwise lackluster discography, and other bands that evolve in such a way that the listener can identify with each album on a personal level as times change. For me, The Boxer Rebellion is set firmly in the latter category. Though I’ve been a fan since hearing We Have This Place Surrounded off their first album, Exits, in 2005. After 13 years of fandom, it was time to finally see their show.
If you’ve never been to World Cafe Live in Philadelphia, let me set the scene. In comparison to their larger downstairs venue, upstairs (where The Boxer Rebellion would be playing), is an intimate stage most often used for smaller acts. A bar lines one side of the space, with tables set amongst the floor for patrons to eat a meal and have some drinks while watching an act perform. Not exactly the traditional rock and roll concert venue. We were sat close to the stage, and as the band came out on stage, Nathan made the joke “I don’t think we’ve ever played while people are eating dinner.” But as soon as he started singing “When you fail to understand, you fail to recognize” from What the Fuck, a song from their latest album Ghost Alive, everyone put down their forks and knives.
The Boxer Rebellion is a LOUD band. Not loud as in “we are going to push our amps to the range limit” loud, as in, they are a fantastic rock band that produces music that fills the room. Their music takes over the space. Nathan Nicholson has a voice so pure, so strong, so impassioned, that it’s hard to not be mesmerized. I was sitting maybe 15 feet away from him and the band, and I could feel the music consuming me. He took the microphone off the stand and walked into the crowd while belting No Harm. He used the nearby electric keyboard to sing New York as the crowd quietly listened. We bounced along as the band rocked out Evacuate. Every single member of the band gave it their all, even if it was only for a crowd of 200. Nathan and Andrew Smith started the encore by sitting in the crowd with an acoustic guitar, making us feel like we were all part of this special night they created. Because we were.
I’ve seen hundreds of concerts, listened to thousands of records, and The Boxer Rebellion is still one of my favorites. They’ve evolved their music as their sound has changed and grown, and have lyrics so full of emotion that it’s hard to not hang on every word. Good concerts makes you content, and a great concert makes you feel the full range of emotions. I walked out of World Cafe Live feeling it all. If you get the chance, go see the magic they create on stage. And stand as close to them as you can.
Every once in a while, an evening at a concert turns into a really special experience. On an otherwise quiet night in Philadelphia, that magic was discovered with Neil Young at The Tower Theater. The stage was dimly lit–one large Edison bulb hung over center-stage, with flickering candles scattered in the background. Instruments were lined up in a semi-circle just waiting to be picked–from an old upright piano to several acoustic guitars. As the house lights dimmed, the crowd eagerly awaited the arrival of Mr. Young.
As he slowly walked on stage, the crowd gave a warm welcome. Mr. Young walked amongst the instruments, waiting for one to whisper to him that it was ready to be played. After he selected a guitar, he started the evening with The Last Trip to Tulsa. Now maybe you can hear the way he’s changed over the years, but as the audience sat in complete silence listening to him sing “pulled over to the corner and I fell into a dream,” you’d be hard-pressed to say it wasn’t just as powerful as when he sang it first in 1969.
Mr. Young took a careful stroll among the instruments after each song, deciding which tune to play next. His tour crew occasionally fitting his harmonica holder over his head for songs like Four Strong Winds, or bringing a small acoustic guitar out for Pocahontas. While the crowd remained quiet and in awe for most of the night, uproarious praise rose when an electric guitar was brought out and the opening chords of Ohio were strung. Cast in a single downward spotlight, Mr. Young’s voice belted out across the crowd as he sung “four dead in Ohio.”
As someone who has listed to Neil Young and CSNY since they were too young to understand the meanings of the lyrics, I may be biased in my review. Neil Young represents a generation and a time that is (sadly) not much different than times we face now. He is a pioneer of 60s rock music and undeniably talented. As he sat under that single Edison bulb, no band to back him, just a stage full of instruments and a mind full of lyrics, he mesmerized this listener, and 3,000 other fans. Na na na na na na na...
Hi friends! Many years ago, when Birchbox, and then Ipsy, and then a slew of other beauty sample boxes came out, I was eager to sign up. For a mere $10, I could get about 5 products delivered right to my door, that felt like a monthly “present” (that I paid for). Who doesn’t love presents? I started with Birchbox–at the time, their products were a bit too high end and not really matched for my needs. After a few months, I made the switch to Ipsy, which offered a great mix of higher end brands(Benefit, Stila, etc.) with drugstore brands that were more affordable. The products were closer matched to things i’d actually purchase, but after receiving one too many glitter eye liners, I threw in the towel and spent that $10 on products I actually wanted. Now, a few years later, with a little more change in my pocket, I decided to give Birchbox another shot. I updated my preferences, and soon enough, a box was on it’s way to me. A bit has changed since the last time around, and they now give you the option of a surprise box, or a curated box (where you can see the products ahead of time) every month. A couple of the products in the curated box caught my eye, so I went with that.
So what was in the box?
So what did I like? Let me start by saying that I am not paid in any way for my feedback of these products, and as a New York City lady with limited space, something has got to be really great for me to keep it.
I’ll start with the good–
Ok, let’s go into the not as great.
And last, the neutral.
But there’s one more! What about Clarins Hydra-Essentiel Silky Cream - Normal to Dry Skin? Well, unfortunately it contains my allergen, Propylene Glycol. And while I’m committed to trying new things, I’m also committed to not knowingly flaring up my skin. It gets great reviews, and one of my friends will be the lucky recipient of this Birchbox sample.
Is anyone out there doing Birchbox? What did you get in your April box? Share in the comments below. And if there’s a product you want me to try, let me know! Stay tuned for the next box.
You know that hazy, soft feeling that fills your body after a day at the beach? Your skin is flushed from being baked all day in the summer rays, your eyes slightly squinted, a tummy full of crunchy snacks and cold beer, sand still stuck to the soles of your feet. You could fall asleep right in the sand, despite the sounds of children playing, music blasting, and people yelling. There’s an inherent calm that fills the body after a day at the beach. But the sky is quickly turning from hot white to black, signaling a need to return to the artificially cooled indoors.
You return to your summer beach rental; it’s nothing fancy, really, just four walls and an old ceramic roof. Turning on the a/c, you feel the instant cool jet stream hit your face, breathing in the cold. As you look at the trail of sand you’ve brought in, a rumble of thunder hits in the background–a storm is coming. After a warm shower, you touch your skin–it’s still radiating sunshine, even though the rain outside has started falling. Barely able to keep your eyes open, you turn off the lights, crawl under the heavy-weighted bed quilt, and watch the storm dancing outside the window. Rain taps against the roof, palm trees sway outside, and the gentle pitter patter of the heaven’s cracking in the sky are filling your senses. The cold air from the a/c caresses your blushing skin–it’s all a haze. You slowly drift into a lucid state, and then finally, fully give into a deep, heavy sleep.
How’ya feeling? Nice and relaxed? Maybe a little sleepy? Well let me let you in on a little secret, folks–that story is my made-up, Mary-needs-help-sleeping story. It’s one of a few that I’ve dreamt up in my mind to help me fall asleep. For as long as I can remember, I’ve had problems sleeping. It’s possible I’ve never slept completely through the night (can that be true?). Ever since I was a small child, I’ve woken up at least one time in the night for one reason or another. I’m also one of those (crazy) morning people who has an internal alarm of 7:15 am, and no matter how late I’ve gone to sleep (or what I’ve done the night before), I can never naturally snooze my internal alarm for too long. I’ve never even hit the snooze button on my non-natural alarm clock–not sure if that’s something to be proud of or not. I’m also a vivid dreamer. I can’t remember all of my dreams, but I’m always fully engulfed in them throughout the night. So if you combine difficulty falling asleep, with active dreaming, and a constant early riser, what do you get? A sometimes sleep deprived Mary.
The truth is, since I’ve been dealing with this for so long, it rarely bothers me anymore. I tend to go to bed earlier to add in some pad time, and if I know it’s going to be a late night, I try to add in time the next night to go to bed a tiny bit earlier. Once in a blue moon the sleep gods will allow me to fall back to sleep for an hour or two on the weekends. And while I do actually enjoy sleeping, I genuinely think I require less of it than some other people. Or maybe that’s just what I tell myself. The insomnia really came to fruition during my first Whole 30 (and again on my second Whole 30), and I started taking Melatonin to help. The dose was very mild, and seemed to help others who were experiencing insomnia during W30 (there’s a whole forum about it!) But as much as I love an easy fix, I try not to take it on the regular. But let’s go back to where I started here–telling myself a story.
Telling myself made up stories is my go-to when insomnia is occupying my head space. For me, stories balancing hot and cold, discomfort and comfort have always been the most effective. The beach story (and it’s many variations) may be my favorite. But sometimes, no matter how much yoga I’ve done, or how much I try to de-stress before bed, my brain is a little too cluttered for story time to work it’s magic. This is where I’d turn to melatonin–until recently!
I’ve tried sleep machine sounds in the past, but they never exactly worked. I sleep with a fan in my face (white noise+temperature trick), so that sound didn’t help me much. And the sounds of the ocean or rainforest never quite did it for me. Now maybe had I paid for an app, or bought a proper sound machine it would’ve worked differently, but I’ve paid for less than a handful of apps in my lifetime, and I live in NYC, so having a machine take-up valuable counter space with such a limited use seems like a stretch. But then a game changer entered the field–the perfect sleep-inducing YouTube channel, Relax Sleep ASMR. Having complained to a friend about not sleeping enough times to annoy him, he suggested I check out the ASMR YouTube channel, specifically their video of a thunderstorm in the city at night. Being incredibly dubious but curious, I opened YouTube on my tv in my bedroom, loaded the channel, lowered the volume a bit, and waited for blissful sounds of rain to enter the room. As the video started playing, and the screen went slightly black, I felt the cool fan on my face, and heard the sounds of rain pitter pattering against glass, while cracks of thunder echoed in the background. And then the darnedest thing happened–I fell asleep.
Sleep habits have always fascinated me. Why can some people fall asleep anywhere and anytime, while others have a difficult time even under the most ideal situations? Why do some of us dream vivid dreams, and some feel they never dream at all? Do these patterns ever change? If you’re battling sleep problems, know that I commiserate with you. If you’re one of those people who can fall asleep on their couch (or on planes!), I’m jealous. But for me, I have my stories, my tricks, and now my YouTube videos, and hopefully these things slowly lead to better sleep.
It was one of those great, hot summer days in the city. You know the kind–waking up to sunshine streaming in from the window, the pavement outside already hot. You throw on your easiest summer dress, toss your hair up, and run out the door. The humidity is almost intoxicatingly strong. You grab an iced coffee and duck into stores with cold a/c when the outdoors become unbearable. Lounging with friends and snacking in the park takes up an entire afternoon, before deciding it’s time for relief. You find a mellow bar around the corner, and pile into one of the tables available outside. The ice cold margarita tempers your body. As the night goes on, you’ve lost track of time–what started as “just one dance” is now “I can no longer feel my feet.” Exhausted from the day, you head home. After a cold shower and a glass of ice water, you drag your tired body into bed. The hum of the a/c radiates in the background, and the sounds of the city creep through the closed window. Sirens, shouting, celebrations, honking–but none of it matters to your tired mind. You gently bat your eyelids closed, and give in to the end of that summer night.
Spring weather is slowly creeping in, and i’m climbing the walls in anticipation of a warmer weather weekend. But since it’s not the weekend, here are some of my favorite things I’ve come across on the web this week. Share with me in the comments below what you’ve stumbled up that speaks to you!
Why do so many men immediately put on gym shorts after sex? The Racked team investigates.
Glossier is shipping everything FOR FREE today!
One of my favorite Bustle writers explains why fashion and beauty still matter, even when there are so many crazy things happening in the world right now.
Amazon is giving everyone a discount today!
Appeals Court rules that assault weapons are not protected under the second amendment.
Nirvana frontman Kurt Cobain would’ve turned 50 this week. Read his daughter’s touching note to him here.
I really want to try Hot Yoga, but this hilarious account of one woman’s experience has me questioning my judgement.
Up here in NYC, we’re enjoying a lovely, warm, 62 degree WINTER day (hi global warming). Despite today’s balmy conditions, the northeast is expecting to get slammed with snow early tomorrow morning. While the thought of a snow day filled with hot chocolate and bagels (can those be paleo?) is nice, the thoughts of upcoming spring things are even nicer. From clothes to beauty to destinations, here are some of the things that I’m most excited about for warmer weather.
What are you looking forward to? Let me know in the comments below!
If you’ve been reading this blog, you know that for the past month or so I’ve been trying to practice yoga. As a self-proclaimed balance-challenged individual, and as someone who has a really, really hard time “finding her inner calm,” yoga was never exactly my cup of tea. I looked at yogis the same way I looked (ok, still look) at runners: good for them, not for me. But as I started practicing at home (another shout-out to Yogi Adrienne) I was feeling more confident in my yoga abilities, my mind was calmer, and the thought of taking my skills into a public class seemed less scary. Enter Aerial Yoga.
It all started when a coworker (and friend) was in-town last week. She mentioned how stiff she was feeling after her long flight to NYC from LA, and threw out the idea of taking an aerial yoga class to stretch out a bit. My ears perked up. “Aerial yoga?” I said “that could be interesting…” Still off the booze and eager for a non-bar related activity, I quickly told her I’d join, and we invited another coworker/friend along for the ride (the same friend who got me into Yoga with Adrienne!) $25 and a walk across the street from our office to Om Factory, and we were ready for our Aerial Yoga class.
For those of you who have been wondering “WTF is she talking about, what is aerial yoga?” in short, aerial yoga is where a large, silk hammock hangs from the ceiling of a yoga studio (our class had about 15 hammocks), that are suspended so the bottoms are a few inches from the ground. A yoga mat rests underneath, and props such as a blanket and yoga blocks were nearby. The practice boasts increased flexibility and relaxation, and offers a fun twist on classic yoga. Depending on the class, various yoga poses are performed, including inversions, where part or all of your body may be suspended in the air. Talk about a head rush! Our particular class was a “restorative” 75 minute session, where no pose was too extreme, but was held for 3 to 5 minutes.
I really wish I had been able to take photos of myself and friends while we were suspended in positions that made me think I was at my gynecologist's office. We started off slow, but quickly switched to what seemed to be never-ending hip openers, where our thighs were spread-eagle in the air, while our hips were (somewhat uncomfortably) being held up by the silk hammock digging/resting on my skin while my head and shoulders plunged into the earth below me. As I deeply questioned whether or not my hammock could hold me, or if I’d be the first one ever to break through the silk (it’s weighted up to 2000 lbs–clearly we are all fine), it was a bit tricky to “find my focus.” There were stretches with the silk that allowed for further movement than normal, but I have a hard time relaxing with such slow movements (other aerial yoga classes offer a faster-paced yoga style). The last move involved “cocooning” ourselves; where our entire body is enveloped in the silk hammock, your body is outstretched, and you gently sway side to side. As my body gently rocked, I was slowly able to tune out the sounds of midtown, embrace the weird, and start to relax. And then the class was over.
Overall, I’d say aerial yoga was a positive experience, if for no other reason than I got to see my friends in ridiculous positions (did I mention I couldn’t stop laughing?). My inner thighs have NEVER felt so stretched out, and I did enjoy the vibe of it all (fancy yoga classes are niceeeee). I think I’d certainly try it again, but opt for a more classic-yoga style class, instead of something slower paced. Have any of you out there tried aerial yoga? What was your experience like?
Let me know what I should try next in the comments below!
I made it! As of yesterday, I’ve successfully completed my second Whole 30 and 31 Days of Yoga Revolution. Not to be all “wow, I’m so proud of myself, look at how great I am” blah blah crap, but honestly, it feels pretty good to know that I was able to successfully do both.
Despite my hesitations going into yoga (refer to this previous post), I think I’m sort of into it now. Not to say that I’ll be going on yoga retreats or constantly referring to my third eye, but I genuinely feel more relaxed and stress-free, and even in just 30 short days, I’ve noticed a huge improvement in my flexibility and stability. But past the physical effects, I also gained something I hadn’t really thought about before–30-40 minutes of peaceful “me” time every. single. day. It’s so easy in life, at least for me, to get caught up in everything else going on in the day–projects at work, supporting friends, taking care of pets, entertaining dates–the list goes on. But it’s important to remember that you’ve got to be the number 1 in your life, and self-care is incredibly important. Maybe that means treating myself to a manicure, taking a fancy workout class, or finally getting a blow out, but for the past 31 days, it meant showing up for myself to do a little yoga. It was a time I set aside just for me everyday, and while some days had to get skipped (and made up for later!) I did my best to show up. I mean, I practiced in my bedroom, so really, no excuses.
It’s funny how much Whole 30s can vary from one to another. I remember during my first one trying all sorts of weird recipes (such as a cashew “alfredo” sauce-some things really need dairy), and constantly looking at what day it was in the 30. I always had a count-down to the end, even though I was feeling good. For this Whole 30, I stuck to recipes that felt a bit more comfortable and classic, such as Pizza Spaghetti Pie and Paleo Meatballs (I guess I was feeling Italian this month?) and relied more heavily on having easy to eat fruit and veggies around (and of course, prosciutto) to fill in the gaps when I didn’t have a full meal planned. For most of this Whole 30, I had no idea which day I was on. I had more energy and focus than last time (thanks yoga!), but my bits of insomnia that I battled last time crept back in, too (anyone else have this on W30?) But I had my hard moments–days 20-25 were filled with a massive sugar craving, and losing my desire to eat anymore meat. And I’m not going to lie, all I wanted the day of the inauguration was a large vat of wine and a rich chocolate cake. But as any Whole 30er will tell you, not having these things won’t kill you. I didn’t die because I couldn’t have a drink on an awkward date, and not being able to bake for a month didn’t cause me wild distress either. I think they call that discipline, kids.
So what’s the takeaway? Am I just going to go eat all the bagels I can find and drink until Trump isn’t president anymore? Duh, no. Physically and mentally I feel better than I have in a while. And I wasn’t going to say it, but screw it, it’s my blog–I lost 14 lbs since January 3rd, and DAMN does that feel good! W30 emphasizes the importance of not weighing yourself during the 30 days, and while I was feeling better, I didn’t really think I lost any weight. Not that a number should be the only factor in determining success, but it does put a very superficial reward on what you feel internally. So far I haven’t eaten anything non-Whole 30, but I am going out tonight, and brunching tomorrow. I don’t want to fall too far off the wagon, but I’m ok with occasional splurges with friends or for special occasions, and I’m going to stick with paleo-ish at home (paleo baking is happening in the near future). I’ve also started another 30 day yoga series (30 is apparently the ideal timeframe for me), and I’m looking forward to continuing my practice. We all know that change takes time, but I feel really good about the changes I’ve been able to make for myself since the start of the year, and I encourage you to reward yourself for the changes you make for yourself, too. In a time of a lot of uncertainty, remember you’ve only got yourself to owe up to, so do it for you! Tell me what you’ve done for yourself lately! Take a class? Learn something new? In the next blog I’ll tell you how my first aerial yoga class went...stay tuned!