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“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. "

I am not really sure what happened or how 6 months have come and gone.  Sometimes, it seems like the bigger the life changes, the faster time seems to go.
Let’s see.  What’s happened. I have a (almost) 4 year old and a 5 year old. Went to New York for 24 hours to celebrate the marriage of one of my dearest friends. Released another good friend (and au pair) back into the “wild” to thrive.
Oh, and I quit my stable, decent paying job to do a Web Development bootcamp after having written only about 6 lines of basic code. 
No, I am not kidding.  No, I am not exaggerating.  Yes, I am likely crazy.
But, here’s the thing. I wasn’t happy. I have never been one for corporate, bureaucracy, or administrative procedures.

I am the kind of person that questions the status quo, who sees the value in abstract thinking, and who thinks conformity is for the birds. Ok. Sheep.
I realised that it didn’t matter how dynamic, young or popular a large corporation may be, I just don’t identify with it, but also, t…
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“Curiosity—asking questions—isn’t just a way of understanding the world. It’s a way of changing it.”

Clearly I am on a mission to overhaul my life.  I feel like I have the opportunity to have a mid-life crisis about two decades ahead of my peers, and you know what, that’s pretty awesome.  Maybe I shouldn’t call it a crisis, and since I am only 31, it’s not exactly midlife, at least I hope not. 
One of the indicators that I am “discovering the application of [my] greatness”, according to Psychology Today, is my desire to balance my physical health and my mental health, so when Shay of Contagiously Healthy popped up on one of my expat groups encouraging us to join her 5 day “Break-Up with Sugar” Challenge, I figured 5 days, just about my attention span. Why not?
Admittedly, I thought this one was a lot easier for me than the yoga challenge. After being on burnout leave for a couple weeks, my body seemed to naturally dispense of its need for any kind of sugar and by the time the challenge started, the only added sugar I was having was in my homemade Turmeric Latte (yes, sometimes I judge …

The US election: Be the change you want to see

Hang with me here.  I promise this isn’t another fatalistic, woe-is-me election post.
I don’t pretend to understand what just happened with the US election. I am not one to scream sexism without cause. I value people with different political views and I truly seek to understand other points of view, because that is what makes democracy work and what makes it special. What I have seen in this election, pre and post, is an astounding lack of civility.  Not even compassion, just plain civility. Since when are we obligated to mirror the beliefs of the person standing in front of us? We are not robots. At what point did we as human beings become so cold and jaded that instead of saying “I don’t agree”, we launch into a tirade that personally attacks and belittles the person standing in front of us? We degrade the very foundation that America was founded on: The right to free speech and peaceful protest. I also can’t help but ask myself, was it just because HRC was a stoic woman that so many p…

Sense is the song you sing out into the world, and the song the world sings back to you: The 5 Day Hot Yoga Challenge

Take it to the next level, they said.  It’ll be a detox they said.  You’ll feel great they said.  Oh man.  If only I had known.
Here’s a run down of mind and body over the course of my 5 Day Hot Yoga Challenge, and of course, a special shout out to Hot Flow Yoga Rivierenbuurt
Day 1 The Class: Ok, I totally have this.  Look at me flow. I am a sweating a little but I am all over this.  Oh wait.  What? Ab sequence? Uh. <Insert expletive here>. Ok.  So that hurt, but no worries.  I just have room to grow.
The rest of the day I felt pretty good, despite my body forcing me into a short nap. I had a great coaching with my amazing guru who helped me define an action plan for my next career move, and generally speaking, I was riding a pretty good natural high. When the girls got home we danced around the kitchen and baked some paleo cinnamon rolls for breakfast the next morning.  And that, my friends, is where it goes to hell in a hand basket, much like my ab sequence.
The rest of the evening …

Epilogue of a Preface

Who am I? Ok, that’s a very existential question, and an overwhelming one. I am a woman trying to find her way and what feels good.  I am a (single) mom. I am an expat. I am ambitious. I value kindness. I love feeling pampered and good in my skin. I am a foodie. I am a corporate employee by day, but dream of entrepreneurial success. I crave creativity and freedom, but I find the vast opportunity of the Universe harrowing. This blog is a project for me, so I can look back at my adventure, kind of like I do with childhood photo albums. This blog is a project for all women out there who are on their own journeys, mastering their own trials and are looking for someone to identify with.  While the settings of our stories are never the same, I am always amazed by the common themes that unite us.  As part of this exercise, I looked back over my previous blog entries and they all resonated with me, where I am, what I still feel, so I am including them here, as part of my journey, because I would…

“Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest." And the boy did. And the tree was happy.”

To say the last six months were a whirlwind would be an understatement. For those of you who might have any doubts, the learning curve that is being a single working mom is steep.  Steep and unstable and full of loose rocks that you can easily lose your footing on.  But, you trudge on.  Not because you want to really (I would have given, would still give some days, almost anything for time to stop, just so I could catch my breath), but because you have to. Those two little people, so full of life and love and amazement, depend on it. Their world was already turned upside down, doing anything but continuing on continuing on wasn't an option. But, little by little, I found my footing.  One foot in front of the other despite the trepidation, exhaustion, stress and the overwhelming feeling that there was an elephant sitting on my chest. And, little by little, I am beginning to make sense out of my life and finally, at 30, feeling comfortable in my own skin. The more I reflect back on…