Plans Have Changed 

I had big plans today. I booked a babysitter for three hours and was going to meet a good friend for lunch in the west village. We were going to have delicious fish tacos and guacamole. I was going to wear “normal” clothes- jeans and a nice-ish shirt. I was going to put on some make up and maybe do my hair. I was going to be “put together” today.

I’m not.

Instead I am frazzled and tired. I’m wearing my most comfortable maternity sweats and an old sweatshirt, my hair in a messy bun. There’s no make up on my face. I look how I feel- exhausted. 

My sweet Emily has a cold and was up every half hour until 1am last night. She’s been coughing and I want to bring her to the doctor to have it checked out. This is the first time she’s gotten sick. I canceled my sitter and lunch to take care of my girl. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but here. 

Before becoming a mom I had a vision of the kind of mom I would be. I wouldn’t cancel on people and become “flakey.” I would look and feel “put-together”. I would take time for myself often. 

How easy it is to think these things before having a baby. And how easy it is to realize I could never have known what kind of mom I’d be until I became one. And how easy it is to know with all my being that my daughter will always come first. Always.

Self-care is a buzz word lately and I agree it’s so important. But when you’re a parent it’s not always going to happen even if you make your best effort to carve out the time. My baby comes first before my ability to be “put-together”.

She’s napping now and I’m laying in bed. It would be great to also sleep a bit, but despite my exhaustion my brain won’t shut off. Instead I write here and think about how lucky I am to have such a beautiful daughter. 

I’ll have plenty of lunches out when she’s grown. This time now is fleeting and I know I’ll look back at these precious days when my baby was small and times were simpler. I’ll say, “I’m so glad I stayed home with her that day.”

Taking the leap.. and falling

A few months back I wrote a post about a transformative experience I had attending a ballet class again for the first time in many years. I talked about how good it felt to be back at the barre and to be jumping and dancing again. I shared how freeing it felt to be there just to BE there. All of that is still true. There is more to it now though. The truth? I have not been back since I wrote that post.

I can give you a million excuses why I haven’t been back, but if I’m honest I haven’t been back because it feels like TOO MUCH. Becoming a new mom has been so fulfilling and amazing. It has also been super overwhelming and exhausting. When I do have some free time to myself I don’t necessarily want to dance. Sometimes I just want to nap. Or write. Or watch mindless TV. Sometimes I’ll do some yoga at home. Occasionally I’ll attend a yoga class. A lot of times I’ll just chill out on the couch with Romeo. All of these usually feel like better options than mustering up the energy to go to a ballet class again.

Sometimes I feel crappy for not being motivated to “do more” in my (limited) free time. Then I try to remind myself that I am doing my best and that’s all I can do. Maybe I shouldn’t be so hard on myself.

For what it’s worth, when I’m feeling inspired I do dance in my living room!  I dance to a good song while holding Emily. Or I do some ballet moves with her watching and clapping. She is the best audience I’ve ever had.

Maybe that is good enough for now?





I Get It Now

My grandma used to always look at me, smile and laugh, grab my face with both hands and kiss my cheek. She would have these moments when she was suddenly SO proud. She did this with her daughters and grandchildren too. I remember thinking it was sweet but not quite understanding why she loved me so much.

Now every single day I look at Emmy, smile and laugh, grab her face with both hands and kiss her cheek. When I look at her the love I have is so consuming that I just have to. I get it now, grandma, I get it.


Attention Attention!

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I love this quote! It makes me think about attention spans. For years I taught babies and children and always thought younger children had shorter attention spans. While this was true in a structured setting (when I was leading a game or activity) I am now finding it’s not always the case. When Emily, my seven month old, is content and I watch her play and explore at her own pace it’s amazing!

She will play with wooden shapes for twenty minutes. She will hold each one, put each in her mouth, dump them all over the floor, and twist the shapes from side to side in her hands. My favorite is when she talks to the shapes! “Lalalala grrrr nanana!” Sometimes she also plays with her drum. She turns it over and looks inside the hollow bottom. She bites the sides of the drum and sometime bangs on it.

Obviously this kind of play doesn’t happen all the time. There are plenty of times when she just wants to be held or read to. I love observing her when she gets into her own groove like this though. It’s like I see her inner fire ignited like this quote says.

In the groove

Vinyasa Yoga Sequence with Baby (VIDEO)

I was supposed to teach a yoga class this coming Saturday, but unfortunately it got postponed. I’m thankful for the opportunity still because it got me moving and sequencing and planning classes again. Emily joined me yesterday as I practiced.

I tried something new with this video and featured a few moments in real time with real sound when I thought Emily was particularly adorable! I hope you enjoy.

Spreading Authenticity 

For so long I just wanted to spread positivity. I consciously didn’t share anything negative through social media or in my day to day interactions with others. I thought “this isn’t what I want to focus on.” Then something started to stir inside of me. It just didn’t feel quite right to always ignore the negative.

I realized that maybe by sharing only the positive, I wasn’t inspiring people as I had hoped. Although some people may feel inspired, perhaps in only sharing the positive I was also depicting a false image. By only sharing a small portion of my life I’m not showing the whole picture.  In my experience, when it appears someone has it all together and has it all figured out, it makes me feel like crap!

Now that’s not to say I want to share everything in my life because many experiences are private and sacred. Or just too personal. However, there are many things that I go through that I am comfortable sharing and may inspire others even if they aren’t the most “positive”.

I am very skeptical when a person appears happy all the time because we human beings are far more complex and beautiful than that. We are all a mix of love and fear and beauty and pain and happiness and sadness and anger and joy- an amalgamation of ALL of it. No one is happy and fulfilled 24/7 unless perhaps they are a robot. Or a cartoon character. 

I post positive things because that’s what I want to spread BUT I don’t want to pretend like my life is all sunshine and laughter all the time. Despite my multitude of facial expressions I am no cartoon character.

So it dawned on me. It isn’t necessarily positivity I want to spread, it’s AUTHENTICITY. Being authentic means being truly you. Letting your inner music play. Letting your true light shine. Whatever metaphor works for you!

I believe inside all of us, at our core, is a unique life force waiting to be expressed. Just look at newborn babies. They are infinite potential. YOU were that small once. YOU have that potential still, even if it’s buried underneath a lot of life experience now.

We are all born with an essence and that essence is beautiful no matter what form it takes. The more authentic each of us is, just maybe the more we can inspire others to do the same. If we each let our inner music play, and if each of our songs is unique, together we can create the most beautiful symphony.  

So in the spirit of authenticity how am I really?

Right now in my life- I love being a mom. I am also deeply grieving my grandmother. I am confused about the next steps in my career and wondering how to balance that with being a mom. I am very confident in motherhood and in my creative voice. I am also very insecure in motherhood and my creative voice!

I am so happy to have my husband and baby and dog and the life we have here in NYC. I love our home and our neighborhood and couldn’t think of a better place to raise Emily. Sometimes though I feel isolated from my family and friends outside of the city. 
Today I feel great. Some days I feel sad and I’m not sure why. Today I can write. Other days I have nothing to say.

Are any of these feelings special to me? No. I’m sure many people out there are feeling a lot of the same things.

So anyway, that’s where I’m at and that’s all I want to say. I hope you all have a wonderfully authentic day!



The Light in the Dark


My sister in law took this photo on 8.17.16 at my Nanna’s wake. My daughter and niece were communicating in their own way and it made me feel blissful. As soon as I saw this image what struck me was the amount of happiness I saw while also feeling the heaviness and sadness from losing my Nanna- someone I secretly hoped would live forever.

Life is never black and white. Within our hardest moments there is always beauty if we look deep enough. Beside my grief for my Nanna there sits a deep deep love for my daughter and niece. My sister in law captured it. I know Nanna was there in this moment watching and feeling love for all of us.