No matter how hard we try, meditation will never become the new black. Or will it?
I am a sad burrito. Don’t touch, or engage with the raging beast.
Am I in a food coma, or is it the thought of wasting another year that is making me explode?
If being anxious about the future was a sport, I would be winning like Serena Williams, slamming my motivation through the tennis court with all my fury.
How a poem can turn your day around and fill it with love for yourself.
Alright, so you hate working out. You might be “liking” that #fitspo picture on Instagram, but you actually dread the thought of having to actually do the Kayla Itsines bikini plan and die between a burpee and a jump squat.