Why I Packed Up My Life And Moved to France

Why I Packed Up My Life And Moved to France

I officially announced that we moved to Nice, France earlier this week and I’ve gotten the same question a million times: “Why?” It doesn’t exactly come with a simple answer, but here goes… Years ago we decided that we would live overseas at some point when the stars aligned and work enabled us to do so. This was never something that passively sat on the back burner either; we were always working towards this goal from one angle or other. Whether it was trying to get our work set up so we could do it from anywhere, or making sure the timing was “right.” Making this happen is a huge deal to us and we’re really excited (and nervous!) that it’s actually come to fruition. It just goes to show you that when you set a goal, you take it seriously, and you work towards it every single day, it WILL happen. The timing is another story, because it’s not always in the exact time WE would prefer, but nonetheless, it happens 😉 Some people call it God’s time, others say it’s chance, and some say it’s just whenever it’s meant to be. Whether you’re working towards a similar goal or an entirely different one, let this encourage you to stay the course, even when it seems too far away or not worth it anymore. The Frenchman says it well: “The hard part isn’t the first step, or the second step [on the way towards your goal]. It’s the 5th, 6th and 7th steps when you’re in so deep you forget why you took that initial step in the first...
The Untold Bad Yogi Story + New Challenge!

The Untold Bad Yogi Story + New Challenge!

I’ve been teaching yoga for a while… started when I was 17 and it was always the gig I had on the side. When I graduated college I had no clue what to do with my life. I was just meandering through life hoping something nice, like a lottery win or a cushy job with a six-figure salary, would fall in to my lap! (Which: no.) So after one of my weekly yoga classes, I’d mentioned needing to find a “real job” and one of my yogis happened to work at an investment firm. She REALLY REALLY REALLY wanted me to come by for an interview, and I reluctantly agreed. Partially because my mom would be super annoyed if I didn’t, and partly because I figured I had nothing to lose since I’d never get hired based on the fact that I knew nothing about investing and had no interest in working there 😉 Turns out, I got the job! I remember thinking, “Wow, cool! Wait, oh shit…” haha. But hey, it paid me well, I had fantastic benefits, and I learned more about financial markets and the world economy than I ever did in school… and that knowledge still serves me extremely well to this day. Yet somehow, I still hated it. I LOATHED going to work in the morning and Sunday evenings were usually spent in tears as I racked my brain for ANY other alternative. It was a serious struggle to wake up and know that I was about to spend nine to ten hours of my day doing work I didn’t care about while generally...
Day In The Bad Yogi Life: Travel Edition + Wanderlust Pics

Day In The Bad Yogi Life: Travel Edition + Wanderlust Pics

Back in the day when I had an office job, I would stare longingly at my Facebook, stalking my favorite bloggers, dreaming of having the life of a full-time traveller. I thought it’d be the best thing ever and sooo effortless and glamorous. Turns out, I was right about it being the best thing ever, but totally wrong about the effortless/glamorous part, and I don’t even travel full-time! <– blogger/yogi fail! I had to find a way to keep myself occupied on a ridiculously early flight to Austin, so I went ahead and documented it for you because I know how fascinating a play-by-play of someone’s grumpiness is… 😉 #not 3:50am: alarm goes off because we have a 5:20am plane to catch. If I were to be dramatic here, I could burst in to big, baby-like grumpy tears and then collapse in a heap of exhaustion and attitude right now. But like I said, that’s if I were being dramatic… 4:30am: arrive at airport just in time for them to tell us we have to pay $25 to check a single bag. LOVE WHEN THAT HAPPENS YESSSSS– said no one ever. I thought security would be deserted, but turns out, everyone loves to fly this early! W-T-F. 5:45am: flight attendant gives me thimble-sized bag of pretzel dust and looks insulted when I ask if it’s empty. She moves on to the next row and I’m over here like THAT’S RIGHT WALK AWAY. 5:48am: open-mouth cougher to my left has started making a cacophony of sickly sounds. I give him the side eye then wrap my entire face (from nose to neck)...
Bad Yogi Engagement Part II

Bad Yogi Engagement Part II

If you haven’t already, make sure you read Part I right here! Now, the moment we’ve all been waiting for… *** As soon as we get there, we start taking yoga pictures and he takes a few before stopping me and says, “We should get a picture of the two of us but I’m afraid someone’s gonna run off with my camera, haha.” This was great because literally 6 feet away from us was a legit photographer taking pictures of random stuff with a camera even nicer than ours and I was like, “You should ask that guy– he looks like he knows what he’s doing!” So he gives “that guy” (his name was Vlad but of course, I didn’t know that yet) his camera and he was super nice about it, taking a bunch of pictures of us just standing there together. We eventually thank him and walk away a little bit, snap a few more yoga pictures until Adrien says he wants to take a selfie with his big-ass camera! It’s the DSLR that we film with and it’s quite heavy and cumbersome to maneuver, even with two hands let alone one. I was like, “that’s a terrible idea– the pictures the other guy took look fine!” Adrien walked us DIRECTLY in front of Vlad’s lens to take this ridiculous selfie and I was just thinking “oh my god… *facepalm*… we’re right in his way…” Of course, Vlad saw Adrien struggling with his camera and offered to take more, which I started feeling bad about because he was clearly working on something else. Vlad was pretty into...
The Bad Yogi Engagement Part I

The Bad Yogi Engagement Part I

If you saw my Facebook post from a couple days ago, you probably know that the Frenchman and I are engaged! It was seriously the most ridiculous, crazy, insane, emotional experience of my life and I’m still waiting to wake up. Since I know I love nosy details about everyone else’s life, I wanted to share exactly how it all went down 😉 *** It was 8:30am early on Friday when he looked at me over breakfast and goes, “We should totally do a photo shoot today in Time Square before we leave NY, right?” (Lie #1*). It was cold and a little overcast and I have an unreasonable aversion to putting my bare hands on a dirty public street, but I knew it’d turn out super cool, so I very hesitantly agreed and secretly hoped something else would come up. He hardly ate breakfast and kept checking his phone while acting SUPER anxious. I asked him what was up and he said he was just nervous about flying home… he doesn’t love flying, so I didn’t think much of it. Plus, I thought he was trying to coordinate a surprise dinner or something, since it’s totally not unusual for him to do something like that. He told me he had to step out to call his mom (Lie #2*) and said it might be a while, so he suggested I go shopping across the street after I was done eating. I was happy to have some down time since we’d been running all over Manhattan doing as much stuff as possible for the past 6 days, so I...
Why Teaching Yoga Terrifies Me

Why Teaching Yoga Terrifies Me

This weekend I flew to Princeton, NJ to teach a weekend of workshops at The Princeton Center for Yoga and Health. I know this is totally NBD to most traveling yogis, but for me, it’s massive. Even though I’ve made a life around putting myself out there on social media and YouTube, I’m not a particularly outgoing person; I’m actually really shy and pretty quiet off-screen/off-line. Not to mention my fear of everyone hating me in real life, haha <– fear is soooo rational, right?! There’s something about getting up in front of a group of strangers who are paying to see you… it makes me break into a cold sweat if I think about it too long, haha. I have a crazy fear of disappointing people and generally feeling totally unworthy of all this love from people I’ve never met. I’m beyond grateful for every day I get to do what I do, but most of the time it just doesn’t seem real. Thank GOODNESS all my worry was over NOTHING! We had a fantastic weekend and everyone I met was so incredibly kind and we were all so excited to meet each other! Someone would see me walking down the hall and be like, “OH MY GOD!” and I’d be like, “OH MY GOD!” and we’d just keep escalating our “oh-my-gods” until we were both jumping up and down hugging each other, lol! It was ridiculous in the best way possible! I didn’t get pictures with everyone because I didn’t want to be obnoxiously snapping pictures while people were in savasana or something, BUT we got a...