It would be SO cool if I had a picture of all the books I’ve read in 2016 stacked on top of one another. Alas, I’m a Kindle owner. All I have to share with you are some boring photos of trips that Clover (that’s my Kindle) went on with me. She goes everywhere. Damn that environmentally consciousness! But, for real, 2016 was a time of massive growth, and I attribute so much of that to these authors. They’ve served as my guides, my gurus, and goddesses throughout this year. They’ve seen me through all sorts of failures and triumphs. I hear their words ping around in my mind all day long. They interrupt negative self-talk. They call me out on the bullshit stories I tell myself. They are relentless in a pursuit to help me recognize my worth. So, to say that I’m grateful doesn’t quite feel strong enough. If you ask Barnes…

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narrow+deep i read books. i read a lot of them. every morning over superfoods. i take notes. i use the highlight function on my kindle. i listen to them on audio too. i jot while listening… and the kind of books i read have these little things called action steps. usually i do the action steps. if it don’t, it because i get so hungry for knowledge that i just want to read the dang thing. but not this year. this year, i’ll be slowing down. not just to take notes, but to actually take time to do the action steps. my mantra for this year would have it no other way : narrow+deep. so here i go. i’m diving in. and let’s see what kind of jasmine emerges on the other side. i’ll be updating throughout the year. you’ll have dates and times and reflections and quotes. and if you’ve read/are reading one…

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my type A is always battling with my type B. i’m a disciplined creative. a hardcore freespirit. a straightlaced rulebreaker. you get the picture. i’m a walking oxymoron. this makes my love of planning challenging.  it’s tough to find a planner that suits all the parts of myself. i know, it sounds a luda to talk of planning with such affection, but there is something so lovely about designing the day in a way that feeds the soul. i need spaces of certainty, like my project focus for the week. but i also need spaces of UNcertainty, like when i’ll do each task. my day-to-day now looks like that because of the coaching lifestyle, but was quite the opposite while teaching. so, as you can see. i’m needy when it comes to the perfect planner, and i’m willing to pay a little extra to get the perfection that i’ll be adoring for the next…

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ever since teenage-dom i’ve fantasized about backpacking + hostelling around europe. that was a time when the world was a little simpler : when solo travel didn’t have the scare factor that it does now. even so, i finally made it with a backpack to a hostel, but in monterey, california. and i did it in true backpacker style. i called on the way TO the hostel. they had one bunk left. #thanksuniverse #youretheshit i pulled in late at night after hitting up the trader joe’s. my hands were full to the brim with all the dried mango. the 60-something, white-haired, extremely quirky, fisherman-meets-lumberjack of a host hands me 3 shower tokens before i teeter totter behind him around the space ending with the otter room for females only. i stayed up people watching and writing the LA post and reading. i was in a space of sheer gratitude to have…

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i don’t know how deep i was in the veronica mars rabbit hole before realizing that this pch thing is actually an acronym for the pacific coast highway. with these west coast vibes running in my veins, i’ve been throwing around the acronym like it’s my job. probably cause i desperately want to be a local. either way, the T R U T H is that the pch really is as amazing/glorious/magnificent/awe-inspiring as everyone claims. as i sit and type this, i honestly am wishing that feeling were a language, because i’m struck with the realization that i have little idea how to share the emotion of this sacred, spiritual road. i can say this. i started in LA one woman, and two days later i landed in SF as someone with new dreams. SANTA BARBARA santa barbara was fancy, y’all. you could just feel the california wealth oozing out of this place. it was a kind of…

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