How was your week, friends? We had YET ANOTHER giant snow storm here in Minneapolis. We’ve had to dig trails around the yard so our little dog can go outside! As you read this, I’m back in Costa Rica, leading another retreat for Fit & Fly Girl. Lucky, right? You can follow along on Instagram if you need photos of beaches in your life!
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After 20 years + 38 countries, 7 travel tools I won’t shut up about.
Every time I share a photo of our dog Loretta in her bright pink, full-body snowsuit people want to know where we got it. Now you know!
Ooof. Yes. I’ve been here SO MANY TIMES. Get in the water.
“Get in the water,” says my hut. “You love being in the ocean more than anything. You will not regret it. You will feel so alive. Go! Dive in! Just get in for one minute! This is your one and only life! What are you waiting for?”
“But it’s a little cloudy today,” whines my brain. “Also, it might be cold. And besides, you’re not even wearing a bathing suit. You didn’t pack a towel. You just blow-dried your hair. It looks like it could rain. You have a lot of emails to answer. You have a meeting starting in an hour. And what about sharks?! Today isn’t an ideal day for swimming. Come back tomorrow. Not today.”
I love this 20/20/20 rule.
I found my first grey hair last year and I don’t intend to do anything about it (mostly because you can’t really see grey hair on blondes). But I loved this story about women who have gone completely grey and love it!
A great idea if you’re sentimental AND a minimalist.
If you’ve ever wanted to see me politely fight with people in Instagram comments….
Why Are Young People Having So Little Sex?
I was told it might be a consequence of the hookup culture, of crushing economic pressures, of surging anxiety rates, of psychological frailty, of widespread antidepressant use, of streaming television, of environmental estrogens leaked by plastics, of dropping testosterone levels, of digital porn, of the vibrator’s golden age, of dating apps, of option paralysis, of helicopter parents, of careerism, of smartphones, of the news cycle, of information overload generally, of sleep deprivation, of obesity. Name a modern blight, and someone, somewhere, is ready to blame it for messing with the modern libido.
A tour of a pretty 350-square foot apartment. Love that sofa!
Did you sing along to Baby Beluga as a kid? Apparently, Raffi is the world’s nicest hardass.
Onstage, Raffi’s persona is avuncular and avowedly apolitical. But on social media — yes, even Raffi tweets — he has become something of a lightning rod, frequently trolling Trump with impish abandon. Recent entrants in the endless Raffi drag: “The word #emoluments sounds oddly exotic. crazy language, English.” and simply “#ResistFascism.” If this feels like a shocking twist for a man seemingly obsessed by the various motions of bus parts, it’s not. Raffi is a folk singer, in the mold of Pete Seeger and Woody Guthrie, whose guitar sported the famous sticker, “This machine kills fascists.” That’s not precisely what Raffi’s machine does, but it’s not far off.
I do not have a toddler, but this made me laugh.
Raise you hand if you’ve fallen into this trap: feeling obligated to turn a hobby into a hustle.