Give 110%. I feel like we've had this phrase drilled into our minds since we were young (at least in North America).

I feel captured in this photo.

I've always struggled to speak up for my needs.

What's one piece of gear you can't live without?

Since February 5th, 2016, I've lived what feels like 1 million different lives.

But how do you move from hurt to healed? Is there ever truly a "moment" of healing? I'm not sure there is...

I can't stop thinking about the feeling of my body moving forward, feet on the packed dirt trails, breath steady, long strides on the downhill, short quick strides on the uphill. I can't stop playing this feeling through my mind.

I thought I was done writing about Mexico, but even though the sun is gone, and the sand is only lingering in a few pairs of shoes, it turns out I have a few more words.

The sun is high on my brow. I can feel its warmth tugging lightly on my hairline, sweat forming as its golden kiss caresses.

I am not the person I was when you met me.

Habits unbroken, leaving us broken.

You're imagining a healthy pour of tequila, or maybe some smoky mezcal at a bar with no walls, swing seats, and loud music, the voices of merriment carrying.

I ask you to be gentle with me.

I had an hour to myself and I let my curiosity lead the way…

There is something about the ease of smiling at strangers…

I'm not sure I've ever been good at being in love.

Wading through the shallow low tide waters off Holbox Island.

It’s the year of BOLD.

2022 is the year of BOLD.

I am just one voice. One voice in a mass of hundreds of millions.