Almost exactly two years ago, I stood at the Trevi fountain and threw a couple of coins over my right shoulder with my mom.

"I'm not a world traveler" is a story I've been telling myself for years...

I'm learning to love the rain.

You've pushed forward, but you feel the pull backward.

When you follow someone on Instagram you are watching them evolve over time.

To those of you who are struggling, I feel you and I see you.

Places that have us floating above the tops of the evergreens.

Many of you have read these words before...

I turned it on and placed my noise-canceling headphones on. And it took me thousands of miles away.

I've talked about this many times over the years.

I've been doing these types of posts for over two years now.

Places where the colors are enough to send us spiraling into curiosity and bliss.

I think about you like the love songs that swirl in my mind.

Like the roll of the ocean, it's constant, powerful, insistent.

I’m incapable of loving lightly.

Since I was a child I was taught to not trust my body.

Here’s to finding more truth on social media.

This was me back in early winter. You guys have seen a lot of photos from this stunning day ​in Whistler.

Life doesn’t magically get easier when you fall in love.

It's a strange experience when you start to unlearn societal boxes you're told you're supposed to check.