Life happens.
I was sitting in a yoga studio recently waiting for a class to begin when I started talking to the girl sitting next to me. We chatted about how much we love yoga and how there was a period in our lives we were obsessed about making it to practice every day. “And then, I kinda stopped. Life just happened,” I said. She grinned a knowing smile and shook her head sympathetically. Things happen, stuff gets in the way and things fall to the wayside – whether we like it or not.
I can’t continue to try and make excuses as to why I only manage to post once every three months. Really, there is no excuse. Life just happens.
I have been traveling recently – which only furthers my posting hiatus. Pretty much every month since last November, I’ve been on the go. I’m not complaining – if I had a choice, I’d live out of suitcase. Paris in November. Chicago in December. Utah in February. Whistler and San Fran in March. Canada (the other coast) in April. I’m not doing much to save the environment burning through that much jet fuel but I am keeping myself sane. Travel is my catharsis.
