If you’ve been paying close attention lately (I haven’t) you’ve probably noticed I’ve been M.I.A. for awhile. A long while. This year has been unintentionally awful for me physically speaking, (like one has an intentionally horrible medical year?) even though I’ve tried to make deliberate healthful decisions. I’ve said no to projects I really wanted, turned down travel, and have generally laid low in my day-to-day life. I started eating vegan, work out regularly, take naps, hired someone to clean my house twice a month, and outsourced my finances. 2012 was supposed to be the year of me getting healthy while living purposefully. Being in charge! Because I am the boss of me! And being the boss of me means being healthy and feeling awesome and achieving world domination!
Only not so much.
I don’t know what happened, but sometime around April things went all prickly pear shaped. They hadn’t really been circle-y since January, but after a bit of travel in April and May my body started saying:
‘No thank you. You don’t get to be in charge anymore. We’ll take it from here, and that means one migraine a week. Minimum.’
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