• Why People Crap On Your Dreams…

    It’s a natural reaction for people to doubt your abilities if they themselves lack said qualities; next time you share a dream from your heart, please remember that fact. When my husband shares his crazy (but phenomenal) ideas with me, I am challenged to constantly step back and check that my reaction is not born out of SELF doubt. He can achieve those things, regardless of my inability to do so, and therefore I really ought not to crap on his ideas due to my shortcomings or differing gifts.  The other time people feel they have permission to give their opinion, is in regards to parenting- whether they have kids…

  • Juxtapositions

    Hawai’i is as frustrating as it is fulfilling at times. The longer I live here and contemplate tourism, the more it has become clear that great poverty often exists in the most beautiful places on Earth. This is true in part just because it’s so warm and lush that one can get away with being a lazy slob and still live a rather full life, but it’s also a currency issue. Sure, Hawai’i is still on US dollars, but often times people work trade for food or housing. Places where there’s a significance in the exchange rate though, families are stuck making less for the same amount of work a…

  • Boundaries (Part #2)

    I believe boundaries should not just be for your physical body and space, but they need to be addressed on an internal level as well. Having empathy for another human being (or anything for that matter) takes up space within the self. I in no way want to discourage anyone from being empathetic, but I do want to stress that you cannot have such a strong emotional connection to literally everything. Here’s an extreme example- if a woman is being beaten to a pulp by her lover, who then manipulates her into feeling it’s HER fault, that’s empathy for the wrong reasons for the wrong person- a boundary should have…

  • Boundaries (Part #1)

    There’s something just so incredibly special about cutting a giant chunk off of your thumb while in the presence of a seasoned chef… on her mandolin no less- right after she told you not to cut yourself. What’s even more special is effectively hiding the fact from her ALL DAY, successfully, and continuing on to teach some jazz classes with a delightfully ghetto digit wrap to keep foot germs from invading your open wound… only to discover upon arriving home (30 minutes from civilization) that you have no other clean bandaids. Aw yeah. I suppose tomorrow we will see just how much damage I managed to incur.  …It’s now the…