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    The Empress and The Moon

    I’m all about being a real-life version of The Empress tarot card, but lately I’ve been feeling like The Moon: despite knowing deep down that I am moving forward in the right direction, I can’t help feeling anxious because I can’t, yet, see as far ahead as I’d want to. And this anxiety is starting to take a bit of a toll on me. I like to keep most of my posts light, positive and inspiring to those who see them every day. But I also think it’s important to also, once in a while, talk about what’s really going on and possibly start a discussion about a general or…

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    27 years, 27 life lessons

    This Thursday (Pi Day!), I turned twenty-seven. It was kinda mind-blowing to think that ten years to the day, I’d woken up before dawn on a Saturday morning to go take the SAT in a rather gloomy high school, in a gloomy part of DC. After I was done, I met with a friend to have a birthday lunch (I mostly had lots of coffee), then we looked at prom dresses and spent a little fortune at Sally Beauty’s before heading home and doing the cake thing with my cousins, who were still babies. I can’t believe this was ten years ago – it still feels like yesterday. This year…

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    Hello, March!

    I woke up this morning to a blanket of snow covering my street and backyard. It was March, my birth month (#PiscesYall!), welcoming us in the most beautiful way possible. I caught a bad cold earlier this week, making my voice coarse and breathing difficult. I did use over-the-counter medication, essential oils, and #Jenergy tips (I’ll be telling you more about Jenergy soon – it’s yogic fabulosity like you’ve never seen it before!) to deal with the situation, but it’s one of those colds that need to get worse before they get better. In the meantime, I stay warm, cuddle with my kitten, drink tons of tea, read, and catch…

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    When heartbreak happens for the best

    So I had a revelation the other night. I was visiting people whose house, it turned out, was right next door to the building where the last woman I had a relationship with used to live. I had taken the Metro into the city (because believe me, you don’t want to deal with parking in that neighborhood) and was using the Maps app on my phone for walking directions. As I turned on that street, I remembered, not without a bit of shock at the coincidence, the time she and I spent together. I remembered every little thing I loved about her, from her bright, genuine laughter to her brilliant…