It seems like productivity has become the most valued thing in society and in our daily lives. We always have to look like we're keeping busy and cram our schedules with stuff that either needs to get done or just because we're so used to constantly doing something that we get anxious without it. Maximizing our time has become a big issue of not being able to live in the present by always looking towards what's next on the agenda. I'm not one to judge though. I do have a prob

I would not be surprised if almost everyone didn't battle with their body image. Most of the time, we're not even in our own bodies and only pay attention to it when there's something to criticize. I have to admit, after I had a child, I didn't consider my body mine anymore and a lot of the comments I received after I had a kid was a version of, "Wow! You really snapped back!" instead of my actual newborn. Of course, it's a compliment, but a part of me hated that it's the fir

I wanted to kick off this blog by speaking about one of my past experiences with grief - one so painful that I denied myself the ability...