August 28th, 2015
Archive for the ‘WOMENS STYLE’ Category
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As great as new year’s resolutions can be. 95% of us are setting ourselves up of failure. I mean it would be awesome if we could all lose 10 lbs, volunteer more, start an animal shelter, go on a dream vacation, eat 100% organic, and start an etsy store. Bravo to anyone who can achieve all that. I’d love some tips. But I am all about the baby steps. Deciding to make little decisions every day that help to achieve a big goal. Yeah, choosing to drink Green Tea instead of a Big Gulp on Friday afternoons might not seem like a glamorous thing to talk about, but it’s little things like that that make a difference. (more…)
January can sometimes feel like a month long hangover after the holiday madness. We are burnt out from family, parties, sweets, shopping and obnoxious Christmas music. By the time the first of the year rolls in we can’t bring ourselves to get out of bed or hold a coherent conversation.
Don’t fight the urge to hibernate. This is a perfect time to make plans for the year ahead and set some milestones to help get you motivated. The start of something new is always a good time to reflect and decide what changes you would like to see in your life. (more…)
A wise young woman named Dorothy once said, “There’s no place like home.” Even though she was fictional, the Wizard of Oz is an AWESOME musical… and her words ring so very true. As the holidays approach, for college students, that means finals, finals, finals… and not much else. Even though the surf was firing, my head was buried in books all last week, and I could only look out the window and sigh, wishing I were in the waves. Fortunately, the stress came to an end, and the embrace of my home, the Pacific Ocean, greeted me in SWELLabration.
How To Do Puerto Rico in A Week A series on finding adventure, stoke, and a killer workout in the Great Outdoors from Johnie Gall of Dirtbag Darling.
I’m sitting in a cafe in Lajas, Puerto Rico, chewing on a chunk of fried white cheese, a warm breeze skipping across the table, the salt on my body so thick it feels like a second skin. We’re the only ones who speak English, so when laughter erupts from the other end of the restaurant, we can only speculate—but it’s that content type of musing that comes from being in a new place that simultaneously feels so familiar. We’re tired, beaten by the sun, scabs forming on our scrapes, camera memory cards begging for reprieve, smiles unfailing, $8 tickets for a night boat ride through the bay tucked under our plates. So this is Puerto Rico—and now all I can do is wonder how I’m going to convince myself get on that return flight in a few days. (more…)