I wake up at 7:00am to a horribly dreary Sunday morning; the ice storm that began yesterday continues to rage on. I drag myself out of bed and commit to attending my 9:00am morning session with Tiffany Cruikshank. But it’s Suuuuunndaaaaayyy… I want to sleep in but I know this session will be too amazing to miss out on. Once again, I throw on the kettle and hop into the shower. This morning, however, I head out a little earlier than Andrea as I get the feeling she wants a few

I wake up on time and, as per routine, I put on the kettle, hop into the shower and begin to get ready. Andrea rises shortly thereafter and we chat about the experience of yesterday’s sessions. She’s excited about the moon phases she learned about yesterday and that makes me smile. We have our breakfasts and enjoy our morning tea. Andrea is incredibly easy to room with; she even put away the dishes last night and found a new roll of paper towel. We walk over to the Conference

I wake at 7:00am and hit snooze; I’m instantly regretting that I agreed to go see the Jets game at a pub somewhere with Andrea this evening. Early to bed is pretty much my life motto. I hop out of bed, throw on the kettle and head into the shower — that kettle takes absolutely forever to boil. After my shower, I hear Andrea stirring in the guest bedroom and she begins to rise as well. I’m so excited to have her here! We both make tea and have our breakfasts; every morning sta

As I am getting ready for the Conference, I catch a glimpse of my outfit in the mirror and think to myself: am I going to a ninja conference or a yoga conference? I am dressed from head to toe in black. All black everything, ninja assassin. To be honest, this isn’t really a surprise — black pretty much is my wardrobe. I have been looking forward to this Conference since last year’s — I booked all my sessions the moment the 2018 schedule was released. I spent the whole day yes