You had every intention of going one place but then ended up in a completely different spot.  

My monkey moment. It’s the day my life changed. 🐒 I was at a low point in my life. To the world, I had it all together. Yet, I was slowly crumbling inside. I was overworked, overwhelmed and at a loss for how to change. Maybe you feel this way? Bali changed that. But how did I get to Bali?

As we continue our series on heart-centered relationships, this week we’re focusing on those we surrounded ourselves with, our besties. It is often said you are the sum of the 5 people you spend the most time with. Who is that for you? (If your answer included a toddler, keep reading!)

When you were little, what did you dream of being when you grew up? An astronaut? A veterinarian? A chef? As children, we’re encouraged to dream. Then somewhere between adolescence and adulthood the dreaming stops.

With approximately 1:14 left in Saturday’s Bedlam football game, I thought my Cowboys were going to blow it. Games are often won and lost within those last precious moments. But Saturday night, my Cowboys held strong. That’s what I want for you in the coming weeks, friends. Hold strong. The game isn’t over yet. In the midst of the holiday hustle + bustle, it’s easy to take your eyes off the prize. Pull out your 2021 vision board. What do you have left to complete? Keep reading for a fun exercise that will ensure you not only enjoy the magic of the season but also that you keep moving toward the goal line.

I love snail mail. Hand written cards are my jam - along with yoga, sunsets and a good patio with friends - but that’s beside the point. So imagine my surprise when a postcard connected me to a family from the small town of Unkel, Germany some 4,939 miles away.

Society is connected digitally at all times, or so it seems. Yet, we also seem more disconnected than ever. The problem with this is we’re human. We are wired for connection. So what do you do about it? I’ve got 6 ways to disconnect in order to reconnect.

This fog has me in a funk. I’ve been less productive, less motivated, and less inspired. The unusual weather event hovering over my state makes it hard to see what’s right in front of me. But then I remember Baltimore…

This time last year, I was stepping on a plane, bound for LA before catching my connection to Barcelona. Can you believe it’s already been one year? Me either! Little did I know all that was in store for me on my journey. Below, I share with you the three biggest lessons I learned from my time abroad that you can implement into your life starting now.

It’s good to be home. Home. Oklahoma. Man, it’s great to be here. To say that. However, for the longest time, I wanted to escape Oklahoma. Run away as far and fast as possible. Has anyone else ever felt this way?

What happens when two Americans, a Greek, an Austrian and a French person gather around the dinner table?

You may have noticed I’ve been MIA lately. There’s a reason. I didn’t mean to fall in love. Honestly, I didn’t. While many thought it would happen, I knew that wasn’t what this journey was about for me. But you know what they say about making plans…

I’d just leaned my head against the window and closed my eyes when it happened. The sheer terror of it all lasted a mere 30 seconds or so (maybe longer…?). However, time passed so slowly it felt like minutes.

Last Saturday, I sat at the breakfast table telling Nat, the owner of my guest house, that I planned to go ice sating. The look on his face as I said this confused me. Without saying a word he got up from the table, ran to a closet, pulled out some old hockey skates and brought them into the dining room. Little did I know he used to skate and loved it! When the skating rink in Chiang Mai closed down, he’d often travel to Bangkok to visit his aunt and skate. Then she moved. Eventually, he stopped skating altogether.

It’s always fascinating to me how the lessons I’ve learned along my travels continue to show up for me when I need them most. I guess that’s how life tends to work though, you simply have to be open and willing to receive the message. 

The other day, I went with some friends for an hour-and-a-half Thai massage. It was one of many I’ve received since arriving in Thailand. And to be completely honest, I was a little upset because I got an older woman who didn’t put much pressure into her motions. If I didn’t know better, I’d have thought my niece was giving the massage. The gentler she was with me the more frustrated I became.

On Tuesday, I marked another item off my bucket list – Greece. For years I’ve longed to travel to this country full of history and culture – the first modern Olympic games, Greek gods and goddesses, mythology, ancient ruins, beautiful white houses with pretty blue-domed roofs and blue doors…  wait, where are those white houses?

Last Sunday evening, I went to mass at this beautiful cathedral in the heart of Barcelona. While I couldn’t understand a word of what was being said, it felt comfortable and familiar. As I kneeled to pray before the mass began, I cried. The previous week and all its changes had been overwhelming. While I’d been settling into my routine at the AirBNB, I was leaving the safety of what I’d found for a hostel the next morning. To say I was nervous is putting it mildly. So I did what I always do when my nerves get to me.