March-ing with Gratitude.

Having discipline w/ diet. Doing something for myself. Kind words when I emailed the team that I’d no longer be their Austin Event Manager.

Calming sensation from the sound of the ocean. Beach walks with Ashlyn. Humorous animal flow w/ the girls. Yoga/Tai Chi/Meditation Session.

Feeling just like Nina Simone’s “Feeling Good.” Freedom. Massage by the beach.

Solo golf cart ride with Theresa/bonding time.

Meeting a new friend with a gentle & fun soul at the airport.

A relaxing 1on1 weekend w/ Mike.

Inspiring sxsw movie screening about Molly Ivins. For writing a blog post.

For a smooth audition. Dublin cuddles. Finding a delicious recipe.

Haven Meditation! Lunch with Tracy. Precious crystal & necklace gifts from precious people.

Texas Wildflowers.

A hill country drive as the sun rises. Dinner date at Sophia’s.

Inspiring podcasts. Clarity on the focus of my book. Diving deeper into healing & wellness.

For the visit from Mom & Bryce. A callback audition. Mike’s delicious dinner. Learning how to play 42 with them.

Five days with mama. For days without a cloud in the sky. Hammock time. The release from a good cry.

A smooth flight into Denver. Opportunity to work the Denver Auto Show. For Wes & Garrett’s communication & support. Colorado “cologne.” Ascend’s Bliss & Relieve.

Chakra Specific Meditations. Feeling restored. Soul Sis Reunion! Comedy club w/ Courtney. Her refreshing perspective. Laughter & Spontaneity.

A gorgeous day to explore Denver. Scooting around Denver to breakfast & mani/pedi with Courtney. Solo trip/artist date to the bookstore and Museum of Contemporary Art. New crystal & journals. Finding the right cards to express my love and gratitude.

For Courage. Stephen Pressfield’s Wednesday writing tips.

Smooth opening day at the auto show. For being able to communicate my voice clearly. Guided meditations in king size beds.

Random humorous convo with strangers. “If I wanna do anything…. I’ve gotta wrap my phone in tin foil.”

For thinking to leave a thank you note for the maid. Headphones to tune out the two yapping birds in the row behind me. The irony in realizing that I’ve likely been one of the yapping birds before.