I learned at Vipassana. You should too. It’s badass and so are you.
April is about good eating and good exercising. And meditation, obviously.
This is some text I need to edit. (Rome wasn’t built in a day and neither was this website.)
What can I say? I am many things, many people and many places. An avoider of questions with a tendancy to get pontifical. Yep, that’s pretty much me.
That’s why I have a blog. Bossy people always have blogs.
Like you, for example. And gummy worms. But I’m working on that.
Amy Knapp has got all the trappings of a satisfactory existence: a nice boyfriend with blond hair, a cozy apartment in Montreal and three years of law school under her belt. She plays the piano, speaks French, wears tidy suits and weighs a cool 115 pounds. All signs point to an impossibly bright future. Yet under this slick veneer is an assortment of dirty secrets: she does three hours of aerobic exercise every day, spends more time with calorie counting software than she does with textbooks, and her definition of “dinner” has devolved to three chocolate-covered almonds daily. And that nice boyfriend disappeared months ago. Faced with option of returning to school or checking into an institution, she makes a choice and packs her bags for the other side of the world to learn what it means to live a big, audacious, authentic life.