Run a marathon. Stop biting my nails. Stop swearing. Re-learn French. These make my New Year’s resolution list nearly (AKA actually every) single year. The marathon hasn’t happened. The swearing comes in lulls triggered by being overworked or feeling mighty cheeky after a couple drinks.
Happy Thanksgiving, dear friends! With 2015 rapidly winding down, it’s a perfect time to reflect on just how much we have to be thankful for. Here is one of my very favorite Ted Talks about the power of gratitude; it’s honestly amazing.
I used to take the longest showers, to take a phone call when I was washing dishes, or even let the faucet run while I was brushing my teeth. It was wasting water, yes, but I wasn’t focused on the water at hand; I was focused on the task at hand.
Some nights you read words that resonate so deeply that you’re convinced they are as imbedded in you as your veins, your freckles, your pulse. This is what happened when I stumbled upon the poetry of Tyler Knott Gregson – author, photographer, poet, Buddhist.
‘What are you?’ A question I get asked every week of my life, often every day. ‘Well,’ I say, as I begin the verbal dance I know all too well.
I am 33 years old today. And I am happy. And I say that so plainly because, well…it takes time. To be happy. To figure out how to be kind to yourself. To not just choose that happiness, but to feel it.
I was eleven years old when the LA riots broke out in ’92 – littering my hometown with fires and looting, with curfews and recklessness. I happened to be at school when the mayhem began, keeping me and my classmates on lockdown until it was safe for our parents to pick us up.
If you live in LA, then you know Pilates Platinum (where actresses, Victoria Secret models, and every mom and friend in the neighborhood trains). There are four locations and they are owned and operated by one of my best friends, Heather Dorak.
While my hair off-camera is generally pulled into a low bun or tousled and flipped from side to side (a frenetic and self-conscious tick I adopted for moments I feel anxious, the onscreen Rachel Zane hair is something that leaves little room for insecurity.
A few years ago, my friend, Genevieve, sent me a card: “Be the change you wish to see in the world.” A Gandhi quote. A simple “hey friend” correspondence via my beloved snail mail – pen to paper, stamped, sealed, and sent with love.