A Clearing
So I’ve been clearing out all the old stuff from my storage unit. Finding so many reminders of all the plans I once had. The high-heeled boots I bought senior year of high school, right...
Category: My Story
The road to physical therapy school
It occurred to me recently that I really haven’t talked much about my progress towards becoming a physical therapist on this blog. So, if you’re curious, here’s my deal: I have a Bachelor’s degree in...
San Francisco, Revisited
It’s so interesting for me to go back to San Francisco. As you may remember, I spent a few weeks in SF back in June, following a good friend’s wedding in Napa Valley. I actually...
The ‘Tyranny’ of Positive Thinking
A friend posted this article about the pitfalls of positive psychology on Facebook this morning, and gosh– it resonated. I’ve honestly been annoyed by the concept of positive thinking for a long time. It seems...
The end of my SI joint problems is officially in sight.
Update, Jan. 2018: Hi everyone– I’ve learned a ton since I wrote this post. Be sure to check out my other site, My Sacroiliac Joint Saga! And now, the original post: I’ve held off on writing...
Newfound possibility
I’ve been away from my blog for the past month, and I have so much to tell you all. I took what was supposed to be a five-day trip to a wedding in California, and...
Inner Limits
I’ve realized something about myself recently– something that has implications for my ability to heal. I’m sharing it with you all, in case it can help spark a similar realization for anyone else out there....
Graceful.
I’m one of those people who is spiritual, not religious. But I love holidays because of how everything slows down, and people come out of their shells. In Boston, on a weekday… you better not...
Little things
These days, I’m all about the little things. Last Sunday, I went with my friend Romina to her father’s house in Rhode Island. I would say that we were going to visit, but we were...
Lessons from an amazing weekend
I had a crazy, fun-filled weekend. The kind of weekend I haven’t had in at least five years. Five years ago, my friends and I went to a “tango night” at a local restaurant. It...