This month, we have our mind on all things nutrition and gut health which is why we've invited three of our favourite nutritionists in town and are throwing a picnic party-slash-workshop on our rooftop. To lead up to it, we are highlighting each of the nutritionists, each week. Read up on Emma Andrews today and sign up for the picnic here.
This month, we have our mind on all things nutrition and gut health which is why we've invited three of our favourite nutritionists in town and are throwing a picnic party-slash-workshop on our rooftop. To lead up to it, we are highlighting each of the nutritionists, each week. Read up on Jen Brott today and sign up for the picnic here.
Some of what you are about to read may be hard. It may be surprising, vague, troubling and sad. But it is also true. It is also beautiful and it is, part of my story….
I remember driving home, in the rain, dark, and the roads reflective when I realized she was back. As dread filled my body, I also felt comforted by this acknowledgement. I felt the hair on my body stand on end. Not unlike a lot of relationships, this one was toxic. If not fatal.
I have lived in Vancouver for the past 4 years and needles to say, the fitness scene is one to be raved about; we are surrounded by options that fulfill our need to go fast or be still. With all these options and little time, I started to think, what would it look like if these two worlds collided, meditation and sweat dripping workouts? What if I viewed the sweatiest class not only as a way to express my body but also, my mind. How can I take the stillness that I practice, into the sweat dripping, music pumping, heart racing classes.
Impostor syndrome, panic attacks, anxiety... my three daily rituals. I'm a creature of habit, what can I say?
My entire adult work life* has been plagued by anxiety: a sudden onset of sweaty palms, difficulty breathing, a racing heart beat, and the inability to think... about anything at all. A temporary experience that 100% prevents me from doing anything productive. Working in HR for a company scaling exponentially is no cake walk. Being in charge of the happiness for 300 people ("retention! engagement! culture!") carries a burden. Needless to say, a lot of the time, I'm a mess.
'But Lyndsey, you have three jobs and your Instagram indicates that you're generally pretty happy?' Why yes, dear reader, that's also a true statement. So, what gives? My three daily rituals: