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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ok. so this one is tough. it’s amazing how much you consider relationships when you’re not in one. i’m not going to sugarcoat it. writing this one is painful and freeing at the same time. the reason i’m even sharing is the slew of appreciative private messages that poured into my inbox from single 20-something women after the bumble post… so. deep breath. here goes. and a tip… the gold is at the end. stay with me. the power of relationships : the ultimate love of your life. i recently did an audio program titled “The Ultimate Edge” by tony robbins. it was 21 days with a different topic each day. except for the “relationship” portion, which was two days. #ofcourse i was simultaneously irritated and relieved as he spoke largely to people in relationships. either way, my perception of relationships shifted in those two days, and then even further at unleash the…

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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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the post that launched the worry i posted this honest thought on facebook, hoping to connect with the other twenty-something women and men out there who might be feeling the same way. hoping to give them hope – even though their newsfeeds are full of engagments, weddings, and babies – that they aren’t alone. that it’s ok. that they have time. and then all my c o u p l e d friends piped in. 🙂 and i love them for it because i know their stories. like my mj who has enough online dating horror stories for her own memoir. or my beanard who has been searching for a long time – he’s the one we all wondered… how the FUCK has no one snatched him up yet? he’s golden. the general sentiment from friends and onlookers went something like this… jasmine. don’t worry boo! it’ll happen when it’s supposed…

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