All week long, friends and fellow yogis have been asking me how unpacking is going. I laugh and say that it’s not going. It’s not going anywhere. Actually, I’m in much the same position that I was last Sunday when I wrote this weekly post. I’m sleeping on a mattress that’s on the floor. My sheets have been thrown on top of said mattress, sans hospital corners or even tucked edges. My mountain of unpacked boxes has barely budged. My initial goal was…

This post is being written from atop a mattress on the floor. I luckily found my sheets and two pillows at around 11pm last night, after about twenty minutes of rifling through mover’s boxes. But here I am, fully moved. As far as moves go, this was a smooth one, all thanks to Junkluggers NYC and Roadway Moving. I couldn’t have finished clearing out my old space or gotten my stuff into the new one without them. Essentially none of my furniture came…

My therapist once told me that the moments when we need self-care the most are the moments in which we’re most likely to think we can’t make time for it. Over the years, I’ve found her advice to be true. When I’m overwhelmed or stressed I always think it’ll make things better to keep my head down and try to get everything done as efficiently as possible. Usually, the result is that I become overwhelmed, and because I’m a person who somaticizes stress…

I’ve been feeling pretty connected in the last year or so, and especially in the last few weeks. So it came as a surprise to me when I was hit by a sudden and intense wave of loneliness late last weekend. With the loneliness came fear of more loneliness. Just as I was starting to spiral a bit, I came across a line of poetry by Ocean Vuong: The most beautiful part of your body is where it’s headed. & remember, loneliness is…

Each Sunday, I publish a post that includes personal musings and articles on medicine, science, and the human experience. These are reminders that health and wellness extend far beyond what's on our plates.