When love-coated limerence fades, we're left in the liminal space.

Not because of my hobbies or the thoughts that course through my mind, but for the first time in my life, I feel like I've shifted by the places I've visited that I'd written off and now look at with curiosity.

This one is for the women this morning. ALL of the women.

Daylight saving is here.

This almost 22-mile adventure with 6,000+ ft of elevation gain was the most soaked I’ve ever been, trudging through nearly 9 hours of rain-soaked, unpredictable trail.

I recently picked back up "The Perfectionist's Guide to Losing Control: A Path to Peace and Power" by Katherine Morgan Schafler, and I’m damn glad I did.

I'm moving into a point in my life where I can feel the weight of experience forming.

Grateful for the good ones. Especially this one.

The promise of fall had let me down and lied to me, but so was the reason I found myself in Tennessee on September 27th. 

There is freedom in the uncovered, the exposed, the raw, and the honest.

I used to hate Seattle. I'm a silver linings human, but truthfully, Seattle was a place I never really longed to spend much time in.

Allie found a word for a feeling I've felt c​consistently in my adult life.

Sometimes, I feel like a wildflower caught in the meticulously replicated landscaped flower beds.

They say the questions that dance in your mind, that you hold deep in your heart, won’t be answered with big flashing neon lights…

Three years ago, I took my first step into the Chamonix city limits.

Iceland- A world represented by external dichotomies.

There is something in the air in Iceland.

The mantra is delightfully simple and yet demanding in the most beautiful way.

The time was 7:45 pm…

There have been times in my life when I didn't feel like me...