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The last few months have been a blur, and I owe a lot of people replies to texts, emails, phone calls. I would say I’m sorry, but I’m not.
We packed up our apartment for (much needed) renovations, and moved in with my in-laws in Miami. I traveled to SC every two and a half weeks for my mom’s chemo treatments which are in a small reprieve until we know next steps.
We celebrated David’s birthday as we navigated a (semi-serious) injury that took a lot longer to heal than anticipated.
My rep team has expanded (love you Jeff and Bryce) and I’ve been flush with audition (🤞) while going through 13 rounds of interviews - yes, 13 - only to ultimately get rejected…. For the best.
Lots of learning, like low rise jeans might actually fit into my style more than I expected and perhaps I am exactly where I’m supposed to be.
But mostly I’m trying to figure out how to live my life full out. For me, for my mom, for my partner. To be the best version of myself every day.
And if you’re my mom, I know you hate that last picture - admittedly, it’s not great of either of us but it’s because we were doing our best to hold back the tears of all of the things that remain left unsaid. Despite it, this is now one of my favorite memories.
My mom was reluctant to ring the bell, she doesn’t like the attention and we’re not sure this journey is over, just a chapter ending. But her life is so worthy of celebrating. What an immense honor it’s been to be in her corner and have the unexpected time to spend together.
To all of my friends who have become like family to me, thank you for dropping everything to bring a boot over for David, for insisting a phone call when I said I was ok, for keeping our plants alive and storing our things without hesitation, for giving me so many reasons to laugh, celebrate and find joy, for every text message “just checking in.” You know who you are and I’m so grateful to you.
To my dear husband. Your love is endless and I feel so fucking lucky to be your number one draft pick. I love you always.
**caption from my brain, not written by AI. Typos may vary.**
The last few months have been a blur, and I owe a lot of people replies to texts, emails, phone calls. I would say I’m sorry, but I’m not.
We packed up our apartment for (much needed) renovations, and moved in with my in-laws in Miami. I traveled to SC every two and a half weeks for my mom’s chemo treatments which are in a small reprieve until we know next steps.
We celebrated David’s birthday as we navigated a (semi-serious) injury that took a lot longer to heal than anticipated.
My rep team has expanded (love you Jeff and Bryce) and I’ve been flush with audition (🤞) while going through 13 rounds of interviews - yes, 13 - only to ultimately get rejected…. For the best.
Lots of learning, like low rise jeans might actually fit into my style more than I expected and perhaps I am exactly where I’m supposed to be.
But mostly I’m trying to figure out how to live my life full out. For me, for my mom, for my partner. To be the best version of myself every day.
And if you’re my mom, I know you hate that last picture - admittedly, it’s not great of either of us but it’s because we were doing our best to hold back the tears of all of the things that remain left unsaid. Despite it, this is now one of my favorite memories.
My mom was reluctant to ring the bell, she doesn’t like the attention and we’re not sure this journey is over, just a chapter ending. But her life is so worthy of celebrating. What an immense honor it’s been to be in her corner and have the unexpected time to spend together.
To all of my friends who have become like family to me, thank you for dropping everything to bring a boot over for David, for insisting a phone call when I said I was ok, for keeping our plants alive and storing our things without hesitation, for giving me so many reasons to laugh, celebrate and find joy, for every text message “just checking in.” You know who you are and I’m so grateful to you.
To my dear husband. Your love is endless and I feel so fucking lucky to be your number one draft pick. I love you always.
**caption from my brain, not written by AI. Typos may vary.**
The last few months have been a blur, and I owe a lot of people replies to texts, emails, phone calls. I would say I’m sorry, but I’m not.
We packed up our apartment for (much needed) renovations, and moved in with my in-laws in Miami. I traveled to SC every two and a half weeks for my mom’s chemo treatments which are in a small reprieve until we know next steps.
We celebrated David’s birthday as we navigated a (semi-serious) injury that took a lot longer to heal than anticipated.
My rep team has expanded (love you Jeff and Bryce) and I’ve been flush with audition (🤞) while going through 13 rounds of interviews - yes, 13 - only to ultimately get rejected…. For the best.
Lots of learning, like low rise jeans might actually fit into my style more than I expected and perhaps I am exactly where I’m supposed to be.
But mostly I’m trying to figure out how to live my life full out. For me, for my mom, for my partner. To be the best version of myself every day.
And if you’re my mom, I know you hate that last picture - admittedly, it’s not great of either of us but it’s because we were doing our best to hold back the tears of all of the things that remain left unsaid. Despite it, this is now one of my favorite memories.
My mom was reluctant to ring the bell, she doesn’t like the attention and we’re not sure this journey is over, just a chapter ending. But her life is so worthy of celebrating. What an immense honor it’s been to be in her corner and have the unexpected time to spend together.
To all of my friends who have become like family to me, thank you for dropping everything to bring a boot over for David, for insisting a phone call when I said I was ok, for keeping our plants alive and storing our things without hesitation, for giving me so many reasons to laugh, celebrate and find joy, for every text message “just checking in.” You know who you are and I’m so grateful to you.
To my dear husband. Your love is endless and I feel so fucking lucky to be your number one draft pick. I love you always.
**caption from my brain, not written by AI. Typos may vary.**
The last few months have been a blur, and I owe a lot of people replies to texts, emails, phone calls. I would say I’m sorry, but I’m not.
We packed up our apartment for (much needed) renovations, and moved in with my in-laws in Miami. I traveled to SC every two and a half weeks for my mom’s chemo treatments which are in a small reprieve until we know next steps.
We celebrated David’s birthday as we navigated a (semi-serious) injury that took a lot longer to heal than anticipated.
My rep team has expanded (love you Jeff and Bryce) and I’ve been flush with audition (🤞) while going through 13 rounds of interviews - yes, 13 - only to ultimately get rejected…. For the best.
Lots of learning, like low rise jeans might actually fit into my style more than I expected and perhaps I am exactly where I’m supposed to be.
But mostly I’m trying to figure out how to live my life full out. For me, for my mom, for my partner. To be the best version of myself every day.
And if you’re my mom, I know you hate that last picture - admittedly, it’s not great of either of us but it’s because we were doing our best to hold back the tears of all of the things that remain left unsaid. Despite it, this is now one of my favorite memories.
My mom was reluctant to ring the bell, she doesn’t like the attention and we’re not sure this journey is over, just a chapter ending. But her life is so worthy of celebrating. What an immense honor it’s been to be in her corner and have the unexpected time to spend together.
To all of my friends who have become like family to me, thank you for dropping everything to bring a boot over for David, for insisting a phone call when I said I was ok, for keeping our plants alive and storing our things without hesitation, for giving me so many reasons to laugh, celebrate and find joy, for every text message “just checking in.” You know who you are and I’m so grateful to you.
To my dear husband. Your love is endless and I feel so fucking lucky to be your number one draft pick. I love you always.
**caption from my brain, not written by AI. Typos may vary.**
The last few months have been a blur, and I owe a lot of people replies to texts, emails, phone calls. I would say I’m sorry, but I’m not.
We packed up our apartment for (much needed) renovations, and moved in with my in-laws in Miami. I traveled to SC every two and a half weeks for my mom’s chemo treatments which are in a small reprieve until we know next steps.
We celebrated David’s birthday as we navigated a (semi-serious) injury that took a lot longer to heal than anticipated.
My rep team has expanded (love you Jeff and Bryce) and I’ve been flush with audition (🤞) while going through 13 rounds of interviews - yes, 13 - only to ultimately get rejected…. For the best.
Lots of learning, like low rise jeans might actually fit into my style more than I expected and perhaps I am exactly where I’m supposed to be.
But mostly I’m trying to figure out how to live my life full out. For me, for my mom, for my partner. To be the best version of myself every day.
And if you’re my mom, I know you hate that last picture - admittedly, it’s not great of either of us but it’s because we were doing our best to hold back the tears of all of the things that remain left unsaid. Despite it, this is now one of my favorite memories.
My mom was reluctant to ring the bell, she doesn’t like the attention and we’re not sure this journey is over, just a chapter ending. But her life is so worthy of celebrating. What an immense honor it’s been to be in her corner and have the unexpected time to spend together.
To all of my friends who have become like family to me, thank you for dropping everything to bring a boot over for David, for insisting a phone call when I said I was ok, for keeping our plants alive and storing our things without hesitation, for giving me so many reasons to laugh, celebrate and find joy, for every text message “just checking in.” You know who you are and I’m so grateful to you.
To my dear husband. Your love is endless and I feel so fucking lucky to be your number one draft pick. I love you always.
**caption from my brain, not written by AI. Typos may vary.**
The last few months have been a blur, and I owe a lot of people replies to texts, emails, phone calls. I would say I’m sorry, but I’m not.
We packed up our apartment for (much needed) renovations, and moved in with my in-laws in Miami. I traveled to SC every two and a half weeks for my mom’s chemo treatments which are in a small reprieve until we know next steps.
We celebrated David’s birthday as we navigated a (semi-serious) injury that took a lot longer to heal than anticipated.
My rep team has expanded (love you Jeff and Bryce) and I’ve been flush with audition (🤞) while going through 13 rounds of interviews - yes, 13 - only to ultimately get rejected…. For the best.
Lots of learning, like low rise jeans might actually fit into my style more than I expected and perhaps I am exactly where I’m supposed to be.
But mostly I’m trying to figure out how to live my life full out. For me, for my mom, for my partner. To be the best version of myself every day.
And if you’re my mom, I know you hate that last picture - admittedly, it’s not great of either of us but it’s because we were doing our best to hold back the tears of all of the things that remain left unsaid. Despite it, this is now one of my favorite memories.
My mom was reluctant to ring the bell, she doesn’t like the attention and we’re not sure this journey is over, just a chapter ending. But her life is so worthy of celebrating. What an immense honor it’s been to be in her corner and have the unexpected time to spend together.
To all of my friends who have become like family to me, thank you for dropping everything to bring a boot over for David, for insisting a phone call when I said I was ok, for keeping our plants alive and storing our things without hesitation, for giving me so many reasons to laugh, celebrate and find joy, for every text message “just checking in.” You know who you are and I’m so grateful to you.
To my dear husband. Your love is endless and I feel so fucking lucky to be your number one draft pick. I love you always.
**caption from my brain, not written by AI. Typos may vary.**
The last few months have been a blur, and I owe a lot of people replies to texts, emails, phone calls. I would say I’m sorry, but I’m not.
We packed up our apartment for (much needed) renovations, and moved in with my in-laws in Miami. I traveled to SC every two and a half weeks for my mom’s chemo treatments which are in a small reprieve until we know next steps.
We celebrated David’s birthday as we navigated a (semi-serious) injury that took a lot longer to heal than anticipated.
My rep team has expanded (love you Jeff and Bryce) and I’ve been flush with audition (🤞) while going through 13 rounds of interviews - yes, 13 - only to ultimately get rejected…. For the best.
Lots of learning, like low rise jeans might actually fit into my style more than I expected and perhaps I am exactly where I’m supposed to be.
But mostly I’m trying to figure out how to live my life full out. For me, for my mom, for my partner. To be the best version of myself every day.
And if you’re my mom, I know you hate that last picture - admittedly, it’s not great of either of us but it’s because we were doing our best to hold back the tears of all of the things that remain left unsaid. Despite it, this is now one of my favorite memories.
My mom was reluctant to ring the bell, she doesn’t like the attention and we’re not sure this journey is over, just a chapter ending. But her life is so worthy of celebrating. What an immense honor it’s been to be in her corner and have the unexpected time to spend together.
To all of my friends who have become like family to me, thank you for dropping everything to bring a boot over for David, for insisting a phone call when I said I was ok, for keeping our plants alive and storing our things without hesitation, for giving me so many reasons to laugh, celebrate and find joy, for every text message “just checking in.” You know who you are and I’m so grateful to you.
To my dear husband. Your love is endless and I feel so fucking lucky to be your number one draft pick. I love you always.
**caption from my brain, not written by AI. Typos may vary.**
The last few months have been a blur, and I owe a lot of people replies to texts, emails, phone calls. I would say I’m sorry, but I’m not.
We packed up our apartment for (much needed) renovations, and moved in with my in-laws in Miami. I traveled to SC every two and a half weeks for my mom’s chemo treatments which are in a small reprieve until we know next steps.
We celebrated David’s birthday as we navigated a (semi-serious) injury that took a lot longer to heal than anticipated.
My rep team has expanded (love you Jeff and Bryce) and I’ve been flush with audition (🤞) while going through 13 rounds of interviews - yes, 13 - only to ultimately get rejected…. For the best.
Lots of learning, like low rise jeans might actually fit into my style more than I expected and perhaps I am exactly where I’m supposed to be.
But mostly I’m trying to figure out how to live my life full out. For me, for my mom, for my partner. To be the best version of myself every day.
And if you’re my mom, I know you hate that last picture - admittedly, it’s not great of either of us but it’s because we were doing our best to hold back the tears of all of the things that remain left unsaid. Despite it, this is now one of my favorite memories.
My mom was reluctant to ring the bell, she doesn’t like the attention and we’re not sure this journey is over, just a chapter ending. But her life is so worthy of celebrating. What an immense honor it’s been to be in her corner and have the unexpected time to spend together.
To all of my friends who have become like family to me, thank you for dropping everything to bring a boot over for David, for insisting a phone call when I said I was ok, for keeping our plants alive and storing our things without hesitation, for giving me so many reasons to laugh, celebrate and find joy, for every text message “just checking in.” You know who you are and I’m so grateful to you.
To my dear husband. Your love is endless and I feel so fucking lucky to be your number one draft pick. I love you always.
**caption from my brain, not written by AI. Typos may vary.**
The last few months have been a blur, and I owe a lot of people replies to texts, emails, phone calls. I would say I’m sorry, but I’m not.
We packed up our apartment for (much needed) renovations, and moved in with my in-laws in Miami. I traveled to SC every two and a half weeks for my mom’s chemo treatments which are in a small reprieve until we know next steps.
We celebrated David’s birthday as we navigated a (semi-serious) injury that took a lot longer to heal than anticipated.
My rep team has expanded (love you Jeff and Bryce) and I’ve been flush with audition (🤞) while going through 13 rounds of interviews - yes, 13 - only to ultimately get rejected…. For the best.
Lots of learning, like low rise jeans might actually fit into my style more than I expected and perhaps I am exactly where I’m supposed to be.
But mostly I’m trying to figure out how to live my life full out. For me, for my mom, for my partner. To be the best version of myself every day.
And if you’re my mom, I know you hate that last picture - admittedly, it’s not great of either of us but it’s because we were doing our best to hold back the tears of all of the things that remain left unsaid. Despite it, this is now one of my favorite memories.
My mom was reluctant to ring the bell, she doesn’t like the attention and we’re not sure this journey is over, just a chapter ending. But her life is so worthy of celebrating. What an immense honor it’s been to be in her corner and have the unexpected time to spend together.
To all of my friends who have become like family to me, thank you for dropping everything to bring a boot over for David, for insisting a phone call when I said I was ok, for keeping our plants alive and storing our things without hesitation, for giving me so many reasons to laugh, celebrate and find joy, for every text message “just checking in.” You know who you are and I’m so grateful to you.
To my dear husband. Your love is endless and I feel so fucking lucky to be your number one draft pick. I love you always.
**caption from my brain, not written by AI. Typos may vary.**
The last few months have been a blur, and I owe a lot of people replies to texts, emails, phone calls. I would say I’m sorry, but I’m not.
We packed up our apartment for (much needed) renovations, and moved in with my in-laws in Miami. I traveled to SC every two and a half weeks for my mom’s chemo treatments which are in a small reprieve until we know next steps.
We celebrated David’s birthday as we navigated a (semi-serious) injury that took a lot longer to heal than anticipated.
My rep team has expanded (love you Jeff and Bryce) and I’ve been flush with audition (🤞) while going through 13 rounds of interviews - yes, 13 - only to ultimately get rejected…. For the best.
Lots of learning, like low rise jeans might actually fit into my style more than I expected and perhaps I am exactly where I’m supposed to be.
But mostly I’m trying to figure out how to live my life full out. For me, for my mom, for my partner. To be the best version of myself every day.
And if you’re my mom, I know you hate that last picture - admittedly, it’s not great of either of us but it’s because we were doing our best to hold back the tears of all of the things that remain left unsaid. Despite it, this is now one of my favorite memories.
My mom was reluctant to ring the bell, she doesn’t like the attention and we’re not sure this journey is over, just a chapter ending. But her life is so worthy of celebrating. What an immense honor it’s been to be in her corner and have the unexpected time to spend together.
To all of my friends who have become like family to me, thank you for dropping everything to bring a boot over for David, for insisting a phone call when I said I was ok, for keeping our plants alive and storing our things without hesitation, for giving me so many reasons to laugh, celebrate and find joy, for every text message “just checking in.” You know who you are and I’m so grateful to you.
To my dear husband. Your love is endless and I feel so fucking lucky to be your number one draft pick. I love you always.
**caption from my brain, not written by AI. Typos may vary.**
10 years of adventures. You’re my favorite partner to monkey around with. 🐒
Feeling so lucky today and everyday for the two loves of my life. Happy Valentine’s Day @dyango_fett - you are my everything. ♥️
Yoga has been my true north this year.
A place to quiet my mind, meet myself honestly, and deepen the practice of loving who I am, exactly as I am.
I’m deeply proud of the work I put in and honored to be a graduate of @lifepoweryoga_ytt. I never imagined I’d be this person, but yoga and meditation have quite literally changed my life.
In our final lecture, we asked: What if I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be in every moment?
As I graduated last weekend, I was also preparing for a difficult and unknown journey ahead. One that’s scary, humbling, and asks me to stay present - trusting, I am exactly where I am supposed to be.
I’m grateful I chose to invest in myself this year and to find a peace I can cultivate from within. I feel ready for what lies ahead, and I’ll be sharing more soon.
For now, say hello to NYC’s newest yoga teacher!! 🧘♀️🤍
Endless love to my incredible training family for walking this path together and deepening our practices in ways I’ll carry forever.
Yoga has been my true north this year.
A place to quiet my mind, meet myself honestly, and deepen the practice of loving who I am, exactly as I am.
I’m deeply proud of the work I put in and honored to be a graduate of @lifepoweryoga_ytt. I never imagined I’d be this person, but yoga and meditation have quite literally changed my life.
In our final lecture, we asked: What if I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be in every moment?
As I graduated last weekend, I was also preparing for a difficult and unknown journey ahead. One that’s scary, humbling, and asks me to stay present - trusting, I am exactly where I am supposed to be.
I’m grateful I chose to invest in myself this year and to find a peace I can cultivate from within. I feel ready for what lies ahead, and I’ll be sharing more soon.
For now, say hello to NYC’s newest yoga teacher!! 🧘♀️🤍
Endless love to my incredible training family for walking this path together and deepening our practices in ways I’ll carry forever.
Happy anniversary, my love. You make every day better than the last. ♥️
Thanks for the most incredible pastries @simplynoms.ny - that black sesame cinnamon roll… 🤤
The pop-up in Chinatown was so fun! 🍰🍪
@tlyonzz at @scratchstudiosny said he accidentally loaded a b&w film cartridge and needed to use it before the weekend.
Naturally, I volunteered as tribute.
Thanks for capturing me at all stages of life, Tyler. You are one of my oldest and dearest friends and I’m forever grateful for the reflections you’ve captured over the years. 🖤
If you were wondering what mom and dad are up to on a Friday night.
Benihana now does commemorative photos. So…
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