2019 Intentions.
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Happy New Year! I hope 2019 is off to an amazing start for everyone! I always post my New Years resolutions, but this year I decided to make intentions instead. Really, it is the same thing, but the word intention shifts the tone for me. I used to set such unrealistic goals for myself, and then beat myself up when I didn’t reach them. So, this year I cultivated a list of doable intentions that I believe will shift my life in 2019. For me, it’s about keeping the ideas specific, yet also broad. For example, I used to set a goal of how many pounds I wanted to lose, but instead of that limited goal, I now intend to simply eat healthy, because that is more achievable and cannot be shut down by the number on the scale. With that, here is my list of intentions for 2019, enjoy!

  1. Practice yoga every day.

    I mean, obviously this made #1 on the list! Practicing yoga could be asana, pranayama, meditation, chanting, not flipping someone off on the Meadowbrook Parkway, just simply one thing a day that contributes to making me a better yogi and overall person.

  2. Write every day.

    Whether it’s scribbling something down, writing a poem, or sitting down and grinding out a blog post or essay, writing every day is important to keep my mind and craft fresh.

  3. Eat healthy 80% of the week.

    This technique I learned from doing The Perfect Body Yoga Program and let me tell you, it does WONDERS. Pretty much, you eat non-processed, all natural foods during the week (80%) and then on the weekends (the remaining 20%) you can indulge in your cravings! This program really worked for me (along with the yoga portion) so I am going to incorporate this form of healthy eating back into my life.

  4. Practice saying NO.

    You guys, this is a HUGE one for me. In 2019 it’s my work as a human being to practice saying no to people and things that do not serve me, and not feeling guilty about it.

  5. Spend more time outside.

    Time in nature is really therapeutic for me and there are so many places to explore. Even a few moments outside can cure a multitude of ills!

  6. Read 20 books.

    As a writer, reading is obviously a huge part of my life. However, with school, it’s often hard for me to read for pleasure. I have my list of 20 books that I can share later that I cannot wait to crack open this year!

  7. Complete first draft of my book.

    I’ve been working tirelessly on an essay collection that I am SUPER excited about. I’d love to have the first draft done by the end of this year so I can take the next steps to get it published!

  8. Prioritize skincare.

    I’ve been using trial and error to find a good skincare routine for myself and there is still a long ways to go, but I am dedicating myself to the cause. My go-to moisturizer that has been life-changing is Kiehl’s Ultra Facial Cream and I am on the lookout for other products to help my skin.

  9. Travel.

    I have some REALLY big travel plans in 2019 that I need to plan and am really looking forward to. I graduate college in May and cannot wait to explore more of this gorgeous world.

  10. Submit work to publications.

    This year I want to begin submitting work to kickstart my writing career. There may be some rejections, but hopefully some successes as well!

  11. Plank every day.

    I am in a Facebook Group called “Daily Plank Motivation” with my yogi community and we all hold each other accountable for planking every day. Whether it’s 1 minute or 10, the discipline and strength building is undeniable!

  12. Practice self-love.

    My friends and I had #selflove2018, and I am continuing it right into the New Year! I am always doing work on loving myself and it never stops. In 2019 I am going to focus more on myself and what makes me happy. As Toni Morrison wrote, “You are your best thing.”

  13. Spend time alone.

    In 2018 I took my first solo trip to Philly and it was the most positive experience I am craving more! It’s important for me to take time to be with myself to reflect, relax, and restore. I used to not be able to be alone for even an hour, but now alone time is one of my favorite parts of my day, it’s all about practice.

  14. Eliminate toxicity.

    Bad habits, bad people, there is no room for it in my 2019. By eliminating things that no longer serve me I can make room for better things to come.

  15. Step outside my comfort zone.

    I want to try new things, see new places, and do things that scare me this year. It’s sometimes hard to step out of our safe little worlds, but there is so much else out there just waiting to be seen.

  16. Blog regularly.

    I want to really build up this site and share more, so hold me accountable! I love blogging and have so much to say so I am really going to try to be more consistent with content in 2019.

  17. Graduate from Hofstra.

    This is probably the scariest thing on the list, and yet it’s happening in FOUR MONTHS….AHHH. But it is a huge accomplishment that I am looking forward to and know will open so many doors.

  18. Be more positive.

    This one is important. Even the smallest shift in perspective can bring so much more positivity. I want to lead a happy life and so I am going to try to do a better job of looking on the bright side and surrounding myself with positive people.

  19. Take lots of pictures.

    I want to grow my photography portfolio professionally, but I also want to just take more pictures of my every day life. I’ve always been that friend who is snapping pictures, and especially with graduation on the horizon, I want to make sure to capture all the special moments.

  20. Be present.

    I have always struggled with this, though yoga has helped me tremendously. I want to truly immerse myself in the present moment and appreciate it before it is gone. Life is short and fleeting and by being more present I can soak up all of its beauty.

So there you have it, my intentions for 2019! What are yours?

Love Always,

Olivia

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World Mental Health Day.
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To be honest, I wasn’t sure if I was going to post something for World Mental Health day. Because I am completely and utterly exhausted, and I’m not really in a place right now where I’m doing a good job of holding everything together. But then I realized that’s exactly why I need to talk about it. I owe it to myself and to others struggling to be honest and to fight the stigma. So I pulled it together, and collected my thoughts, and decided to show up for myself and for anyone else who needs it. That’s how we get through. I’ve gotten through all of my hardest days, and today is no different.

Growing up I didn’t know what my anxiety and depression was. I was raised to think that because I came from a well-off family, was smart, athletic, and well-liked, that I had the perfect life. But I constantly felt far from perfect. On the outside I looked like I had it all together, but on the inside I was hiding dark demons that I felt as though I didn’t have the right to feel. There has become this stereotypical image of what having a mental illness “looks like” and that’s what kept me struggling in silence for so long. Depression isn’t always wearing all black and sulking down the hallways. It’s not always crying in the corner or sitting alone at lunch. It’s not always people from broken families or going through tragedy. Sometimes, often times, depression is the smiling girl or boy that would rather die than admit they are struggling. The star athlete, the top of the class, the boss, the class clown. We need to stop telling people they don’t “look depressed” because the truth is depression doesn’t look like anything, but it feels like everything. And the more we put limitations on mental illness, the more people hide in shame and struggle in silence, rather than asking for help.

I was depressed throughout most of high school, though no one would have guessed. I used unhealthy coping mechanisms involving self harm in various forms. But the worst part was I couldn’t pinpoint a reason, I was just so fucking miserable. I hated myself, I let negative thoughts infiltrate my entire life. I thought going away to college would solve my problems and cure everything, but I was so incredibly wrong. Mental illness doesn’t just go away when you move from one place to another, it follows you wherever you go and sneaks up on you just when you thought you’d said goodbye once and for all. I was so anxious I couldn’t be alone in my dorm room because the dark thoughts in my head were too suffocating. I’d run around campus for hours until I collapsed, hoping if I ran fast enough the demons wouldn’t be able to catch up. But they always did. And they cackled and devoured every inch of my being, leaving my breathless. But I still didn’t know how to talk about it, I didn’t think it was bad enough, that it was real enough, that I had to suck it up.

Sophomore year I started going to therapy and it was the best decision I could have made. I realized my feelings are valid and that I had to deal with them rather than shove them deeper inside. My therapist once asked me if I wanted to die, and I replied no, that I just wanted things to be different. I started focusing more on the things and people that I love instead of the things that caused me stress and pain. Junior year I finally accepted that I needed to be on medication. I had always viewed medication as “cheating”, but I realized that medication isn’t a fake sense of reality, but rather it lifted the fog I was living in and made everything a little clearer to sort out. I was so scared I wouldn’t be myself anymore, but after a few months on Paxil I felt more myself than I ever knew possible. I realized that it was possible to feel different, for life to be different. And that was an intoxicating revelation.

I’m not going to sit here and tell you that everything is perfect and I’m all better. But I’m getting better, day by day. I’ve been doing yoga regularly for eight years, in therapy weekly for two years, on antidepressants for eight months, recovery is a marathon, not a sprint. It’s not a straight line either, there have been days and sometimes months where I sink back down and tango with my old dark friends, but I’ve developed the strength to pull myself back out. There are days where I don’t want to get out of bed, and sometimes I don’t, and sometimes I do, and I’ve learned to be okay with that. Mental illness doesn’t just go away, it’s always with you, but eventually, you just get better at coping and before you know it you’re thriving like you never thought was possible.

I don’t have all the answers, but what I do know is that not a single person out there is alone in their struggles. I wish I had known that so much sooner. It’s easy to feel like you’re “weird” or “crazy” or “the only one”, but if there is one thing I can PROMISE you, it’s that you are not. You are human, and part of being human is knowing it’s okay to not be okay sometimes, it doesn’t make you any less good, just human. There is this horrible stigma against expressing emotions and talking about mental illness, but it’s real and it’s happening and it’s okay. Allow yourself to feel what you need to feel and don’t be afraid to reach out to other people because chances are they’ve been in your shoes. One of the most beautiful moments in my journey was when I finally worked up the courage to open up to someone whom I trusted and thought would listen without judgement, and when I told her she looked at me and said, “it’s okay, me too.”

Life can be really fucking hard, especially when you are dealing with a mental illness. It’s time the stigma stops. It’s time people stop using “depressed” and “sad” as synonyms. It’s time to stop labeling people with mental illnesses as “crazy”. It’s time to stop making jokes about killing yourself. You may think you cannot change anything, but if we could all talk to one another instead of pushing each other away, if we could respect and understand that some people function differently than us, if we could go through life with a little more empathy, the world would be a better place. The more open and honest we are, the more we realize we are not alone, Once we silence the outside voices telling us we are not enough, we can then begin to silence our own demons and try to love who we are, even the parts that aren’t so glamorous. I am here, I am with you, and I promise there are brighter days ahead.

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Hear Me ROAR.
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Listen to me. Not because I’m your mother, or sister, or daughter, but because I am a HUMAN BEING. People act like there isn’t a major problem going on right now in our society. People say “it won’t happen to me” until it does. You think you don’t know anyone who is a threat, who thinks women are less than, who is a predator. Until you do. You think all of this talk doesn’t apply to you. Until it does. Until his breath is hot on your neck, pinning your arms above your head. Until you get catcalled while walking alone late at night. Until he grabs your ass without permission. Until you see tweets like this. From boys who walk the same path to class as you. Who eat the same food as you. Who are surrounded by women every day, yet are so ignorant to the pain associated with rape and sexual assault. This is real. And I’m done counting on someone else to stand up, to speak up, because the people I reached out to on my campus about this who are put in place to help me simply said that it’s freedom of speech, and that nothing can be done just because our “opinions differ.” To me, it’s not an opinion. So if he has freedom of speech, then so do I. I’m done being silent. I’m done apologizing. Hear me roar.

I’m not going to slap you in the face with facts. But they’re there, you can look them up, and I encourage you to. I’m here to tell you the personal, to put a name to the scenarios that for some reason people are still denying happen. They happen. Every. Fucking. Day.

Do you know what it’s like to be called a slut for purple and blue hickeys that you didn’t equally participate in? Do you know what it’s like to wake up in the morning with the taste of keg beer stale on your tongue, not remembering what happened? Do you know what it’s like to fear for your life every time the sun sets and the night predators come out to play? Do you know what it’s like to say no and they don’t listen? This is not made up. It is not pretend. It has happened to me. It has happened to a million other women in a million different ways. The bottom line? They were violated, exposed, abused, treated as objects. When did human rights violations become so vastly overlooked?

We watched Dr. Ford stand up for herself, for women everywhere. We’ve heard the brave and powerful stories from the #MeToo movement. But nothing has changed. How do I know this? Because when I’m at a party a boy still thinks it’s okay to come up to me and say “I’ve gotta get you drunker than me, that’s the point, right?” Because I can’t wear a sexy outfit without being told that “I’m asking for it.” Do you want to know what I’m asking for? I’m asking for justice. I’m asking for men to stop treating women like property. I’m asking for rapists and assaulters to be prosecuted. I’m asking for help. For everyone with a voice to fucking stand up and speak out and DO SOMETHING. Because we are drowning and hurting and screaming and crying and no one can fucking hear us because they choose not to.

This tweet was made last night by a boy who is in my senior class. He used to be a friendly face. I pass him often. My friends have class with him. How am I to feel safe when someone who feels like this is left without punishment. So many of my fellow female students stood up, fought back, stood with me, shared stories. We shouldn’t have to keep sharing stories. There shouldn’t be any more fucking stories. I can’t take any more stories. Because the ones that I’ve been through? That pain, will NEVER go away, Jon Cooper. It hides in the crevices of my body and crawls out when I least expect it. It’s when someone comes up behind me and I jump, even though it’s a friend who just wants a hug. It’s when you see an abuser living freely without consequence. This is the pain I feel with my experiences, I can not even imagine the pain that my sisters who have been raped feel. Nothing about the trauma is temporary.

I’m done sitting still and looking pretty. I’m done apologizing for being loud. I’m done living my life so it’s more convenient for men. And don’t get me wrong, this is not bashing all men. There are wonderful, kind, genuine, strong, and intelligent men out there. NOT all men are abusers or predators. But if you’re one of those men and you’re reading this, we need you to stand with us. We need you not to support the men who are trying to take away the rights to our bodies. We need you to scream for us because the sad truth is your voices are heard louder than ours. No one deserves to be wrongly accused of anything, but the number of men who are ACTUALLY prosecuted and suffer from false rape claims are so MINIMAL compared to the number of women who are raped and whose rapists walk free.

I’m not a parent, but I’ve seen Mom’s out there say they are scared for their sons, because they don’t want their lives ruined by being falsely accused. This makes me sick. If you raise your sons to be upstanding citizens and proper young men who respect women, then you will have nothing to worry about. What about daughters? I would be far more scared to bring a daughter into this world where she is so clearly valued less than her male counterpart. Instead of teaching girls how to not to get raped, why aren’t we teaching boys not to rape?

So I’m done hiding, I’m done whispering, I’m done covering up. I’m here, and I’m yelling at the top of my lungs, and I’m wearing whatever the fuck I want. Because I am a woman and I am a PERSON and whether you know me or not you shouldn’t have to in order to give a shit. We cannot rely on anyone to change the times for us, we have to do it ourselves. Stand with me, hold my hand, and join me in fighting this fight. It’s not going to be easy, but it’s sure as hell going to be worth it. Because maybe one day if I have a daughter she won’t have to carry pepper spray. Maybe she won’t have to be told her spaghetti straps are provocative and distracting to boys. And I hope to God, she will never know what' it’s like to go through the pain and trauma of sexual assault.

My Photography Journey

Growing up, I was always “that friend” with a camera in hand, never shy about snapping pictures in my friends faces. I started with disposable cameras, I was always excited to go to CVS to pick up a brand new Kodak camera and drop off my old one to get my pictures developed. I fell immensely in love with capturing moments, because even at a young age I somehow understood how fleeting they were, and how much I’d want to remember them.

My first digital camera was a big chunky silver thing, I honestly don’t even remember what brand it was. But I was excited to finally have my own camera. I brought it to school, to camp, to sports, just about anywhere where anything picture worthy could happen.

Then around 7th grade I got the camera of my twelve-year-old dreams: the Fuji Film hot pink WATER PROOF camera. You guys, I was obsessed with this thing. My dream was to take breathtaking pictures underwater, when in reality all I ever really captured was bubbles blowing out of peoples noses and minor flashing incidents while trying to capture flips and tricks. That aside, this camera saw a lot. It documented endless junior high dances, spirit weeks, and field trips. I was always taking pictures of me and my friends, even before I had anywhere to put them (I didn’t get Facebook until I was in high school) I just loved collecting moments.

The Christmas of my sophomore year of high school my dad surprised me with my very own Canon Rebel. I hadn’t asked for it and was so stunned and grateful for this real deal camera. My family had a trip to Italy planned that summer and my dad thought it would be a good way for me to document the trip. I did indeed document my Italian adventures, but also a million things in between. This is when I began to see photography as something tangible, as something that was more than just an annoying quality, but as a way of creating art. I’d never been good at drawing or painting, but as I began to adventure with my camera I realized that photographs were art too, and that I loved creating them.

I still have my trusty Canon Rebel now, and we’ve seen a lot together. We’ve seen countless sunsets, family portraits, senior pictures, Roman ruins, yoga shoots, wedding pictures, headshots, blizzards, and SO much more. There’s specs of sand scattered in the crevices from our numerous trips to the beach, there’s a little spot where I spilled my Gelato in Italy, there are a million memories wrapped up in that camera strap.

I dove into the freelance world when I started college, I wanted to reach more people and get my photos out there. I absolutely love it. I love making something that matters to people. I love seeing my images in their homes, social media, and holiday cards. I love that something I love so much can be considered work.

My Nana always tells me that I have “the eye” and not to sound pompous, but I agree with her. Anyone can take a picture. We’ve all asked our moms or partners to take a picture of us and have it come out horribly wrong. But it takes an artist, someone with “the eye”, a photographer, to truly create and capture an image. I find this world so incredibly intricate and intoxicating and I can’t help but want to see it all through my lens. I want to see different faces and colors and scenery. I love making even a millisecond of this life forever stationary, frozen in time. Whatever someone’s art is, painting, writing, ceramics, photography, drawing, etc. it takes talent, it takes passion, it takes commitment, that’s what sets it apart.

Love Always,

Olivia Jane

How Yoga Taught Me To Love Myself.
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    If you asked me six years ago if I was a yogi, I would have said yes without hesitation. After all, I practiced a vigorous asana practice every day, I wore bright Lululemon leggings, I said “Namaste,” I thought I was doing a pretty good job of being a yogi. For the first three years of my yoga practice I would walk into the 105 degree room, place my mat as close to the mirrored wall as humanly possible, and spend 90 minutes yanking my body in directions in which it did not want to go, while the instructors voice was drowned out by the booming sound of self-criticisms running through my head. I became unhealthily obsessed with the calorie burning and hated every inch of the 15-year-old girl bending in the mirror in front of me. At one point, I was on crutches for a knee injury, and after 3 days I threw aside the crutches and hobbled back into the yoga studio. I couldn’t even kneel, but that didn’t stop me. I would rather have hurt myself than invited the possibility of gaining weight. I used yoga to fuel my eating disorder and self-hatred, spiraling down a dark path. It wasn’t until my senior year of high school that I came to the realization that nothing about the way I was treating my body was yogic. It took hitting a point of rock bottom to get me to my first Vinyasa yoga class on a Saturday morning at 9:30 A.M with Mary Catherine Starr. I remember lying in savasana, allowing the lavender that Mary Catherine had sprayed over my head to dance through my nostrils, and feeling something I hadn’t felt in a long time; peace. There are a handful of moments in life that when you look back you can say “that’s when everything changed,” and that morning marked the turning point in my yoga journey, when I discovered I could use yoga to help and love myself, when I realized, that was the whole point.

    There is a reason that asana is the third limb of yoga, it’s because without the Yamas and the Niyamas, asana is irrelevant. People often ask me if I would do things differently if I could go back, and my answer is always no. Because although I tortured myself and went through suffering, I needed to go through all of that to learn that touching my head to my knee didn’t matter if it was coming from a place of self-loathing. That’s ahimsa. Ahimsa is the first Yama because it builds the foundation for our entire yoga practice. Not harming ourselves, others and the world around us forms the roots in which our practice grows, without those roots, there would be no tree. You can do the most advanced asana, but if you aren’t doing it from a place of love for yourself, then it’s not yoga. Sometimes it’s easy to take this practice for granted, it’s easy to go through the motions, it’s easy to skip class because you’re not in the mood, but it’s important to remember how powerful this practice is. Whenever I get in a rut in my practice, I remember that 15-year-old girl filled with so much hatred for herself, who used yoga as a weapon against her own body, and I remember that yoga had the power to teach her how to be kind herself, how to be kind to others, and how to accept kindness in return.

    Being a yogi doesn’t mean you can do every single asana flawlessly, being a yogi means living in a way in which you avoid causing harm. It might seem obvious at times, don’t punch someone, don’t yell at them, don’t litter, but the self-harm, that’s where the work usually is. The greatest thing yoga has ever taught me is how to be kind to myself. It’s not something I’ve mastered, it’s something I work on every single time I step foot on my mat, that’s why I keep coming back, and that’s why I want to share it with others.

Love Always,

Olivia

Get To Know Me Tag!
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Hi!

I figured I would put together a post with some “get to know me” type questions and answers that go beyond my “About Me” page!

  1. When is your birthday?

    December 17th! Any other Sagittarius friends out there?!

  2. Do you have any siblings?

    Nope! Only child.

  3. Where did you grow up?

    Falmouth, MA! Yes, I lived on the Cape year round.

  4. Favorite smells?

    Lavender, freshly cut grass, vanilla, and the beach.

  5. Did you play any sports?

    Growing up I played nearly every sport possible! I loved running around and trying new things. Eventually, I settled on field hockey and lacrosse and played throughout high school.

  6. Where is your favorite place you’ve been?

    Italy! I’ve been three times and I’m obsessed. The sights, the food, the wine, UGH. Take me back!

  7. Secret talent?

    I can recite “Twas The Night Before Christmas” by heart! I really don’t know how this happened…I just read it every year on Christmas Eve as a child and it stuck!

  8. Something people would be surprised to know about you?

    I don’t like condiments! Ketchup, mayo, mustard, salad dressing….not a single one! Weird, I know.

  9. Any pets?

    I have two fat and adorable English Bulldogs, Miley and Lola! I also have two turtles! When I was little I was obsessed with the book “Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing” by Judy Blume and the character had a turtle named Dribble, so naturally I wanted one as well. My Dad got me two little red ear slider turtles at this county fair in Sandwich, NH, and they’ve been swimming around about 13 years now! When I was younger I also LOVED hamsters, my first one was named Liesl after the character in “The Sound of Music”

  10. Are you an introvert or an extrovert?

    Hmm. I used to think I was 100% extroverted, but as I’ve gotten older I’ve come to embrace my many introverted qualities. I like to define myself as an introverted extrovert.

  11. Favorite childhood memory?

    My Nana and Papa would take me and my cousins on their sailboat every summer to Martha’s Vineyard, there are endless fond memories from these trips!

  12. Favorite book?

    If you know me, you know this question is nearly impossible, haha! I love sooo many books. But, the one book that truly changed my life and will always have a spot in my heart, is “Stargirl” by Jerry Spinelli. One of my teachers in 6th grade recommended it to me and it changed my life. Also, I can’t talk about my favorite book without naming “Wild” by my #WCW Cheryl Strayed. I mean, c’mon. Pure gold.

  13. Relationship status?

    Single!

  14. Middle name?

    Jane! After my Mimi.

  15. 3 fears?

    Heights, losing a loved one, drowning.

  16. Last song you listened to?

    Work Out by Chance the Rapper. I am OBSESSED with his new songs.

  17. Pet Peeves?

    Slow walkers, poor grammar, receiving multiple texts instead of one cohesive text, mean/rude people. Oh, and also, everything involving driving on Long Island, the.literal.worst.

  18. Favorite food?

    Literally all things cheese. Grilled cheese, mozzarella sticks, pizza, mac & cheese, YUMMMMM. On a healthier note, I absolutely ADORE watermelon.

  19. Most prized possession?

    I’m a really sentimental person, so mostly things that people I care about gave or made me. My room is filled with art and trinkets that are special to me. Also, probably my books (nerd alert, I know). But I love them all so much! I also have a charm bracelet that my parents have made for me since I was born and it has charms with milestones or special moments on them.

  20. Favorite movie?

    P.S I Love You, Beaches, and Steel Magnolias. I’m a sucker for tear-jerkers!

  21. Dog or cat person?

    Dog! But lots of love to all my cat-loving friends out there!

  22. Podcasts?

    I.LOVE.PODCASTS! Two of my faves are “Magic Lessons” with my love Elizabeth Gilbert, and “Dear Sugars” with my other love Cheryl Strayed and Steve Almond. Always looking for suggestions, too!

  23. Ideal first date?

    Anything outside! I like to DO things on dates. Take me to the beach or on a hike, throw in some deep conversation and I’m sold!

  24. What is something that amazes you?

    The night sky. I love it so much, I could stare at it all night.

  25. Coffee or tea?

    Tea! I actually don’t like coffee, I know. I don’t drink caffeine either, so decaf tea for me!

  26. Least favorite household chore?

    Laundry. I hate it. I hate it SO much. I’m definitely a down-to-the-last-pair-of-underwear kinda gal.

  27. Worst grade you’ve gotten?

    I got a 34% on my pre-algebra test in 7th grade….I was absolutely mortified, but here I am as a senior in college, so clearly it all worked out!

  28. Favorite yoga pose? Least favorite?

    Favorite: wheel pose! I loveee heart openers. Least favorite: Lizard pose, eek my hips!

  29. Morning person or night owl?

    Night owl 100%. I am not pleasant in the morning. You can usually find me up until 1am and sleeping till noon. Some of my best thoughts come to me late at night!

  30. What makes you happy?

    So much! Mostly doing the things I love with the people I love. Yoga, photography, writing, being outside, summer, reading, the list goes on and on! Seeing the people I love happy also makes me happy.

    Well, there you have it! I hope you enjoyed these fun little questions about me! What are some of your answers?

    Love Always,

    Olivia

Welcome!
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Hello, and welcome to my site! I wanted to use this first post as an opportunity to share a little bit about myself and why I created this space.

This website is a combination of all of my passions; yoga, writing, photography, and blogging. I’ve been pursuing these paths in different ways over the course of my life and I decided it was time to merge them into one. During my junior year of college I realized I could no longer pursue a career that I didn’t want to wake up for, and so I began to explore the things that did make me want to wake up. From an early age so many ideas are put into our heads of what we are “supposed” to do, what a career is “supposed” to look like, what successful is “supposed” to be, but ultimately what I discovered is that none of that really mattered if I wasn’t happy.

So I became a yoga teacher, I changed my major to creative writing, I started doing freelance photography. I started embracing who I was and going down the path I had always wanted, but was too afraid to admit to the world. And I freaking love it.

My number one goal on this site is to be authentic and create a community. The biggest thing I’ve learned through reading and writing creative non-fiction, and teaching yoga, is that we all have a lot more in common than we think, and that no one is ever alone. When I was growing up I always wondered if there were any people like me, and if there were, then where were they? I never talked about how I felt because I believed that no one else felt like me. But as I got older I realized that was not the case at all, so many people feel pain, failure, anxiety, confusion, etc. But not many want to talk about it.

That’s why I am here. To talk about it. To share everything, even the stuff that doesn’t make the highlight reel. Even the stuff that nobody claps for. I’m clapping for it, because the more we share, whether it’s our biggest dreams or deepest fears, we create a connection. I definitely don’t know everything, or even close to it, but I do know that for me the ways that I’ve been able to create these deep and meaningful connections have been through yoga, writing, and photography. It’s different for everyone, but I believe the first step is sharing in whatever way you know how.

This website is me. It’s the gorgeous sunset photos, and the blooper yoga photos. It’s the funny day to day stories, and the hardships along the way. It’s not perfect, but it’s real. And I hope you’ll join me on this journey.

Love Always,
Olivia

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