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On getting my body back.

I must admit, I’m pretty excited for fall. I know, we’re just about to hit San Francisco’s “Indian Summer”, but that doesn’t mean I can’t pull out my cinnamon scented candles and morph the color scheme of my house from bright and airy to warm and cozy.

Four Years.

I can hardly believe I’ve been living in San Francisco for four years.

Performing

Two weeks ago, I received one of the best pieces of praise I’ve ever received.

Let the Universe take it from here.

2013 has been a tough year so far. We’re already four months in and I’m wondering both where the time went and why it can’t go faster. Now, in the scheme of things, this year hasn’t been that bad.

A letter to my brother.

We always had this running joke, my brother and me. I would always introduce him as “my little brother.” But at the ripe age of about 11, he outgrew me.

#CaddyTrippin up Highway 1

I wasn’t going to write this blog post. Well, I was going to write it, but not the way it’s now written. I’m not one to be incentivized to write product reviews.

Let’s go places.

2012, was a year of movement. It was a year of exploration and realization. Last year was a year of pushing boundaries, testing limits, trying and failing and flailing and resurfacing stronger than before.

The Art of Doing Nothing

Every year I fly to Arizona to spend either Christmas or New Years with my grandparents. They live in a little town called Carefree, just north of Scottsdale. Carefree is just as it sounds — a sleepy town littered with cacti and adobe houses. They’ve lived in Arizona for as long as I can remember.

Vegas, Baby.

I’m currently on day seven of being in Las Vegas. Generally, I hit my “Vegas Max” at four days. Alas, I’m still here.

And I’m exhausted.

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