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How is Your Selfie of Service to the World

How is Your Selfie of Service to the World

I was watching a documentary on Freud as I had my lunch. It was a day when Decky was in Pre-K and Spike was at the gym, so I could watch what others would call in my house “boring docuseries” or things that aren’t really appropriate for a three-year-old. Freud’s influence on modern culture is undeniable - from how we think about sex to how we think about ourselves. And while I’m more of a Jungian gal myself, when you think of psychoanalysis, it’s Freud who culturally first comes to mind. But, on the show, it was hypothesized Freud’s work was in part the catalyst to spark our current culture of narcissism filled with selfies, look-at-me-posting, and pictures of lunches. Discover inspiration and tap into your reign. Click to read the full blogspiration.

Unwinding the Body of Racism

Since restrictions are slowly, systematically lifting in Australia three weeks ago, I have received exactly three massages. Yes, nearly a massage a week. Spoiled. Spoiled. Spoiled. And 100% okay with it. This past Sunday, when Hymy was working on my lower back and butt, she noticed something, something that I had never really paid attention to... As a former Pilates instructor, I know you’ve got a lot of muscles in your butt. You’ve got the big bad boys that everyone knows about - gluteus maximus, medius, and minimus. But then, underneath those, there are five other smaller muscles, like your piriformis, and obturator externus, and other funny-sounding Latin ones that make you sound like a smarty-pants when you say them. It’s these smaller, lesser-known muscles that sometimes get so tense you don’t even notice them anymore... ...Until you do

Why High Achievers Struggle to Meditate

“I can barely sit still for 5 minutes.” I used to pride myself on always doing. DOING. DOING. DOING. Where my high achievers at, yo! Sitting still was NOT my jam. Give me music blasting in my ears and 30-minutes at a steady clip of 6.0 miles per hour and I was golden. Moving meditations I could do. Running, pilates, pole dancing, anything that allowed my body to just release and express and let go. But... Being alone and quiet in my head used to be a dangerous place for me to rest in because I wasn’t at rest. I wasn’t at peace with myself. I warred with the light and the darkness. It was then that my mom said four words that stuck with me forever, “Be kind to yourself.”