Every now and again life is a beach. And by beach I mean bitch.

Yesterday morning, I had an appointment with my cardiologist who manages my dysautonomia (autonomic dysfunction or autonomic nervous disorders). It sucked. Maybe I've been too optimistic or in denial. Either way I was not prepared for what she said. 

"I don't know what to do with you." 

I've heard those words before. This time she meant it. And this time I felt it. 

Me neither. And apparently doing nothing isn't an option (even though I'm half wishing it was). So I'll be going to the Mayo Clinic in the next couple of months. 

Because #yogaeverydamnday // 30 days of yoga camp

So it's totally January and November was so last year but I'm still going to share this blog post.

Newsflash I kinda definitely love yoga. It has been life changing (seriously life changing).

I yoga therapied myself on Black Friday when I couldn't find my size in the yoga leggings that were on sale (true story). I turned 28 in December and was the happy recipient of lots of yoga stuff. Don't freak out too much but remember my imaginary mat I showed up on before? Now I have a real yoga mat. Oh and I have a yoga wheel, blocks, socks and strap. Seriously, who the f*?k am I?!

Anyways, 2018 is a brand new year and #yogaeverydamnday-ish