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...
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)...
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...
Wanderlust Day 2: Hippie Weirdness is ALIVE

Wanderlust Day 2: Hippie Weirdness is ALIVE

I woke up bright and early at 6:15am all ready to go, but since I’m a total slow poke in the morning, I didn’t actually leave my hotel at until around 7:30. I got breakfast up the road which was a freaking BOMB latte and an everything bagel. You know what they say: Be the full fat latte in the sea of low-fat soy chai. … or something like that. Anyway, at 10am I went to a lecture from Sarah Copeland which I expected to be incredibly lame (just tellin’ you the truth!) and ended up being really great. I’ll be writing all about the interview I had with her over on Lululemon’s blog later this weekend, but for now I’ll tease you with this: the name of her lecture was based on her new book and called “Have Your Cake and Your Veggies Too. And as you know, any woman who’s a friend of cake is a friend of mine, so needless to say, it was awesome. The rest of my day was spent defacing public property 😉 And then masterfully crafting my disguise as a hippie. Now they’ll never know it was me 😉 I’ve been hennaed: Face-painted: And tatted up with these babies: Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve been assimilated. I crashed at the hotel until a farm-to-table dinner which was a culinary experience from the master herself, Sarah Copeland. I tried to be stealthy and not take a million very obvious pictures all night, but here’s a sneak peak: Homemade local charcuterie including pate, dried fruit, various cheeses, and fruit preserves, and pickled veggies. Seriously my...
#badyogi does Wanderlust – Day 1

#badyogi does Wanderlust – Day 1

Can I be really honest here? I’m at Wanderlust in Vermont and I’ve spent the entire day walking around exploring the grounds, checking out classes and people watching. And all day it took every single fiber in my being not to silently make fun of every single one of these people; they aren’t really your average class-going yogis, either. They’re ultra dedicated to the cause: I’m talking barefoot, dreadlocked, body painted, hennaed, kombucha-loving hippies (and I do mean that in the nicest way possible, of course). I, on the other hand, don’t exactly fit with these people. Obviously. I mean, I call myself the bad yogi and I don’t know how much more contrarian it can get after that, haha. Maybe like the meth cooking yogi? Too far, ok moving on… Anyway, so I ate a freaking delicious meal but when I ordered I’m pretty sure I could physically feel the daggers being shot in my direction because I ordered the only item on the menu with bacon. Go figure! After dinner I was supposed to go to this party called the Wanderlust Spectacular, which was basically a cirque du soleil -esque performance punctuated by random dancing. Now, let me stop here because you probably don’t know that I don’t dance in public, lol. Actually, let me clarify: I just don’t dance alone in public. If I was with someone, then sure, but flyin’ solo? That just feels awkward! BUT! As I looked around in my total jerky, judgmental mood, I started seeing these people dancing like they didn’t even care if anyone was looking at them funny. They...