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Meet my Higher Self (and maybe your Higher Self too!)

June 27, 2017

Sit down and visualize your ideal self. Not your prettiest or fittest self, but your true state of being. The image of you with the highest vibration, that is the most spiritually aligned and vibrant. That is your Higher Self.

I wrote these answers almost two years ago and just found them in an old journal. It baffles me to tell you, but I am so much closer to my Higher Self than ever before. Let me share my answers with you!

What is she like?

  • She is confident, helpful, nourishing, motherly even
  • She wake up early and manages her time in a productive manner
  • She loves, cares, and looks after not only her family, but the community around her
  • She is able to find peace in quiet, rather than finding anxiety and fear in it
  • She thrives off of helping other people reach a state of happiness, joy, or comfort
  • She loves creating warm moments and happy memories

Where does she live?

  • She lives in a house, in a warm, family-driven community
  • She’s about a 20-30 minute drive from a medium-sized city, in a small town on the outskirts of it
  • She lives in the USA

What does she practice?

  • She practices a healthy, mindful lifestyle
  • She takes time in the morning to get in touch with her senses
  • She has a healthy romantic relationship
  • She’s an artist

What does she sound like? What does she feel like?

  • She has a warm, welcoming voice
  • She’s great at hosting friends and strangers alike
  • She’s quiet when she needs to be
  • She’s lighthearted and can take a joke
  • She’s also thick-skinned and can cope with life
  • She feels calm
  • She feels feels like her career pushes her to think critically
  • She feels like the work she does is important, and if it truly impacts even one person, it’s all worth it
  • She feels grief and empathy
  • She doesn’t feel a sense of insecurity
  • She never allows jealousy to get the best of her

How does she think? What is important to her?

  • She thinks about injustice
  • She ponders about the human experience
  • It’s important to her to feel safe and joyous
  • She believes in talking through issues
  • Expression through creativity is important to her

Wha does she do when she’s upset?

  • She talks
  • She writes
  • She cries
  • She is rational

What kinds of people does she surround herself with?

  • People that haven’t given up on their dreams
  • People that are kind and caring
  • People that inspire her to be strong
  • People who believe in her and what she’s capable of
  • People that are willing to work hard
  • People that she can enjoy coffee with
  • People that appreciate the concept of a community

What does she believe in?

  • She believe in love
  • She believes in cheesy traditions, presents, dinners, twinkley lights
  • She believes in the healing power of music
  • She believes in innovation
  • She believes and art and creativity
  • She believes in grief and sadness
  • She believes that life should be enjoyed
  • She believes in feeling passionate about all aspects of life
  • She believes in helping
  • She believes that people can change
  • She believes in herself


If you’re a little bit lost, I urge you to fully immerse yourself in this writing prompt and then put it away in your journal. Reflect back from time to time, and see what you would like to change or alter in your life, in order to become as close to your Higher Self as possible.

All my best,


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Vienna, Austria | IMMERSION – Essays about existing in places

June 24, 2017

I. The hallway

Grand wooden doors heavier than a very large man graced the entrance to the hallway of our building. Everything in Vienna felt grand and pristine, but the hallway of our building was a story in and of itself. High ceilings, concrete walls, a large spiral stairway. Tucked away in the back was the sweetest little garden that nobody properly tended to. In the middle of the cold concrete room, a tiny wooden elevator with a stool in it. Comical is the only way I can describe such a funny and flimsy elevator. We often took the stairs.

II. The neighborhood (summer)

A long street winding down from our building all the way to Karlskirche, a stunning church with its own gigantic fountain. As I’d make my way there, I would pass a small Italian restaurant, a wine shop that never seemed to have any customers, and a busy convenience store. I often wondered how the wine shop stayed in business, as the bottles in the store front were covered in a thick layer of dust. At the end of the street was a constant swarm of people sitting around the very large (yet extremely shallow) fountain in front of the church. If the sun was shining down on us, you would find hundreds of toes dipped in the cool water. My dog Lola never hesitated to join the crowd and dip a paw or two in. Cooling down was essential on a hot Austrian day.

At night, an oversized cinema screen was set up right by the fountain, under the shadows of the thick and dark trees. Rows of fold-up chairs quickly filled up with tourists and locals. It was almost impossible to tell them apart, but the store-bought beer cans is what gave the locals away every time. Jazzy tunes filled the night air as choppy black and white films from the 50’s graced the cinema screen. A tiny cocktail van was parked alongside the fountain. Tourists sipped on icy cold Prosecco and frilly drinks in plastic cups accompanied by colorful cocktail umbrellas.  Romance was constantly swirled through the hot summer breeze.

III. Winter

Winter in Vienna feels like you jumped into the most magical winter wonderland you could ever dream up. You know those old cookie tins with joyful children wearing cozy hats and ice skating on a large river? That’s the type of joy I would often feel when walking through a Viennese Christmas market. The spicy cinnamon and nutmeg from the brewing mulled wine tickled my nose as I walked past each wooden stall. We would often munch of sausages filled with gooey cheese and wrapped in soft baguettes, as we made our way downtown.
I get very nostalgic for winter. Winter in Vienna was never too cold, although sometimes a little too rainy. I remember waking up early in the morning to a cold apartment and a still sleepy puppy. I would often make nespresso with extra milk, and curl up on the ugly leather sofa under a cozy orange blanket. As ugly as that navy blue sofa was, it was the most comfortable place to lounge and read a book as the raindrops slammed on the ceiling windows overhead.


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