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divorce recovery

Self Discovery

Why It Makes Sense to Fiddle in a Life Crisis

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April 25, 2019
Relaxing through the ups and downs of this divorce has been a process like no other. As a yoga guide, meditation practitioner, and a believer in prayer - I have all the tools at my disposal to make a graceful exit from this Boeing jet. Still, there are days after I’ve gone though my morning routine that I still feel wound up. Hello anxiety, depression, anger ... my long lost friends. Where have you been?!!
Weekly Newsletter

Weekly Issue No°2 – What the Cat on my Terrace Taught Me About Setting Boundaries

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April 7, 2019
I'm settling into my flat and have a regular visitor whom I call Cat. This week I practiced boundary setting with Cat who at first thought he could barge his way into my chambers and roll around on my yoga mat without consequence. I coronated Smoothie as the seventh food group and am geeking out on flax seeds.
Self Discovery

Here’s to Big Ships in the Night

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March 3, 2019
I’m living a dream that I had about 3 years ago. I will never forget it. At the time I thought it was about my PhD, but now I know it was about my marriage-divorce. I dreamt that it was a dark stormy night. I was on a massive ship in the middle of a stormy ocean. I found myself on the deck with the crew. They were telling me that I had to jump.
Self Discovery

The Thing About Balance

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February 24, 2019
Balance is a tricky business. Forget all the images you see of people sitting in lotus pose, with their sage, candles and mudras. Living in a state of balance requires macro decisions followed by dozens of simplistic micro-decisions. It might include some of the former but it’s usually not Instagrammable. I find that taking the time daily to practice gratitude for the small things changes my mood, which improves my balance. Practicing gratitude is also a way that I cultivate joy - a light that fills you with hope and faith and love.
Self Discovery

Maybe We Can Emoji It All Better

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February 14, 2019
After posting a few humorous Instagram stories about me going down with the hashtag #itstherussians or #blameitontherussians , I settled into my seat next to a Russian guy. He was incredibly kind, helped me with my bags, and didn’t moan every time I stood to use the washroom. I casually looked at his WhatsApp conversation (as you do), and saw his messages littered with heart emojis and kisses. My brain fired off a “wow, he’s just like me...”