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“The Motions:” Because Nobody Loves ‘Mile 17’
“Awwww— I don’t like seeing you like this,” he said with concern in his voice. I pursed my lips and sighed. Just be happy. Find what you can be thankful
Continue readingTrip Of A Lifetime: Giving Yourself Permission To Belong Anywhere
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I rubbed my eyes; shaking my head from side-to-side as if to shake the sleepiness from my brain and body. Tel Aviv. Paris. Delay. Los Angeles. It had been a long day of travel, and yet, I felt more rested
Continue readingLet’s Just Give Up |Thoughts On Finding Brightness In Dark Days
I’m going to give you an uncommon piece of advice. You need to just give up. Yeah. I know everyone tells you to, “Never give up,” “Don’t
Continue readingThe Power In Fluidity
“Last week— when you said you were moving to Florida— I 100 percent believed you.” Nicole stated this over a vegetarian bowl of brown rice and
Continue reading“Jump:” What A Kiteboarding Movie Premiere & ‘Flight Attendant Life’ Have In Common
“The intersection of your dreams becoming a reality can happen in the most unexpected ways, but they have no chance of existing unless you have the courage to jump.” —The Flight Attendant
Continue readingWhat To Do While You Wait
You find yourself wondering what to do next with your life. You are currently hoping to get invited to that airline interview. Your on reserve, waiting around the crashpad for the call from scheduling.
Continue readingDizzy: Unedited & Uncensored
You know when you are a little kid and your older brother says, “Hey lil’ Sis! You sit on this chair, turn your head sideways, and I’ll spin you
Continue readingI Like It Here.
A contented smirk subtly spreads across my sunburnt skin as I move my board and kite bag from my bed to the corner of the room. The jostle jolts some sand that snuck inside, creating mini sand castles
Continue readingCrashpad Life: “Who is coming home?”
Scattered— well, I suppose the more appropriate term is ‘sprawled’—across my bed is my kiteboard bag. A lone rash guard peeks out from a pocket. There’s a suitcase by the wall, one
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