The frantic pace of life, the constant technological advances, and an ever increasing pressure to perform on social media, often leads me (and most certainly others) to want to retreat-- to delve down deeply into the quiet space within

Over the course of the first 24 hours at the incredibly luxe, modern "rustic" Post Ranch Inn (we weren't exactly roughing it), I finally allowed my stress to begin to slip away, to inhale the salty ocean air, and to exhale the deceptive airs of my  perfectionist self. I finally began to RELAX.

I guess when your spirit is flying high on the greatest of frequencies, shoes just seem unnecessary.

Gabrielle Bernstein and I have never met, but on some energetic level, I think we may very well be sisters. 

You see, sometimes I get so caught up in what LOOKS GOOD that I forget about what FEELS GOOD.  And this summer, on a Cooper Family trip to Aspen, Colorado, I was reminded of what truly living life is all about. 

Why, after all of these years of dedicating myself to the spirit, to mind over matter, to the untouchable, indescribable reality of my Inner Being, do I still care so much about the illusory, ephemeral ever-changing impression of my Outer Self?

I’ve been pondering this discrepancy and how, whenever I get supremely stressed about the “things that matter,” I tend to default my energy towards the things that don’t.

Have you ever been called a “Princess”—you know, in a jokingly, but semi-derogatory way?