A summer of unexpected challenges became a reminder that resilience isn't about avoiding life's waves—it's about discovering the quiet steadiness within ourselves to ride them.

I was listening to a podcast this weekend from The New York Times about the definition of happiness and the ways in which we yearn for it - and have increasingly tried to optimize it - in modern society. I found myself leaning into the conversation. Over the past few years, I have struggled to define what happiness means in my own life, both through the seemingly sparse supply available in the depths of grief and depression and then through the opposite experience: the peace

I am writing this from the table of a lovely Airbnb in Porto, Portugal - Vinho Verde perched beside me, the Ponte Luís I Bridge stretching across the Douro River just outside my window. It’s just this kind of moment that has made me crave travel. And not just travel - but solo travel. A specific kind of adventure that feels spontaneous, freeing, and deeply rewarding. I have not always been this person. I still remember traveling internationally alone for the first time to vis

A New Chapter in My Life Running your own business is no easy feat. There are so many different facets to the daily grind that I could not have foreseen when I decided this was something I wanted—and needed—to do. I had reached a point in my life where I was ready to pull back from Broadway and start building something that felt more sustainable…and less taxing on my body. During the pandemic, there was time. Broadway shut down, and I was teaching limited yoga classes online.

Having just returned from our retreat in Bali, I’m reminded again of the bravery it takes to travel somewhere new and open yourself up to a new group of humans. In a time of increasing polarization and seclusion - where you’d be hard-pressed to look around in public without seeing someone bent over a screen - I am more convinced than ever that this kind of connection is not indulgent. It’s necessary. What I love most about retreats is hosting incredible humans in beautiful pl

Often, the events that shape our lives take years to fully understand. This story began with a complete disintegration of the person I thought I was and led me toward a life where I learned how to choose myself. I’m sharing it now because I believe our cracks are often the places where our deepest work begins. I received some news this month that split me in two... A few weeks back, a text popped up from an old friend - one who has been in my life for most of my time here in

The closing of the year has come again. I have come to look forward to this time of reflection - in the space between travel and the holidays, there are usually moments to take stock of what has been accomplished and define where I am heading. This year in particular feels like I am packing my bags with everything I’ve learned and heading into the vastness of 2026 with a sense of curiosity, wonder and abandon. It has been quite awhile since I have felt this way; and knowing

The whirlwind and glow of the holidays are upon us. Twinkle lights are beginning to shine around the city, and my warmest jackets are already in heavy rotation. I’ve been thinking a lot about grace this month—grace for myself and for the people I encounter throughout my days and weeks. Lately, I’ve noticed a theme running through these encounters…a personal unraveling of sorts. And to be honest, it hasn’t been pretty. But there is something about that unraveling that I’ve dec

I spent a gorgeous afternoon in Central Park last month, walking the trails - worn down steadily by many others feet, certainly, but more than their fair share by mine and Kiva’s over the years. When I lived in Harlem, I took near-daily walks down to circle the Harlem Meer, often stopping in my most favorite part of the entire city - The Conservatory Garden. Just as often, I’d veer off into the North Woods and walk the quiet paths completely surrounded by trees to what felt l

Somewhere over Pennsylvania, on the flight home after three weeks away, I realized something inside me had shifted. This summer felt like an awakening—a dissolving of old versions of myself and a return to the free spirit I thought I had lost. What emerged was a deep sense of freedom, a quiet trust in where I am on the path, and the reminder that even after the earthquake, there is comfort in simply letting life unfold.

Hi, my name is Lindsay. I’m a 42-year-old woman living in New York City. I’ve been dancing all my life and recently retired from a 16-year career on Broadway. Movement has always been my anchor—whether it’s yoga, Pilates, strength training, dancing, running, or hiking. If I can connect my mind and body with breath in any kind of flow, I am hooked. I’m also a proud dog mom to my 11-year-old Shih Tzu, Kiva, who holds my whole heart. I was born and raised in Michigan, and contin