Well, hello there. Allow me to introduce myself…
I’m Lisa, a writer, dreamer, thinker, and recovering over-analyzer.
My biggest passions are mindfulness, meditation, and intuitive living.
Why intuitive living? Why a commitment to living a life I love?
In 2011, I realized I wanted to change my life. It was actually less of a want, and more of a desperate yearning. A longing. A need. A necessity. There was no other option. I wanted to change my world.
I wanted to be happy and I didn’t know how to do it. I realized I didn’t even know what I enjoyed doing. I’d spent my entire life doing what was expected of me, or, at least, what I believed other people expected of me. I didn’t know who I was, but I wanted to figure it out.
That’s when I decided I needed a change. I wanted to live life on my terms. And, I realized I could. I just had to want it. I had to want it enough to work for it.
I have spent every day since, on a journey of self-awareness. Learning who I am. What I want. How to be okay with it. And how to do it all, even when I have no idea what I’m doing.
Wanna know more about me?
I cry at everything. Books. Broadway shows. Movies. Music. TV shows. Once, I even cried at a half hour television comedy series because someone’s mother died. Then, naturally, that same woman walked into a scene at the end of the episode, because obviously, no one actually dies in a half hour television comedy series.
In high school, I tore my ACL, MCL, and lateral meniscus with one minute left of double overtime in a soccer game. I’m not going to lie. It was soul-crushing. And, heartbreaking. And it took a long time for me to get over it. (My knee’s all good now, though, so nothing to complain about!)
I have a masters in journalism, but traditional journalism makes me feel boxed-in. It’s too structured. I like context and color, and the free-flow of stream-of-consciousness thought.
When I walk with someone, I always have to be on the left side. I will literally stop walking until my companion moves to the right side.
I feel most free and alive outside in nature. Running. Walking. Sitting in the grass just staring at the world around me. It doesn’t matter. I thrive in fresh air.
I can sound exactly like a seagull. Seriously. I did it for the first time as a child in San Francisco and now it’s my “go-to” for the dreaded “what’s special about you” icebreaker.
I have a picture of myself from 7th grade, on the first day I had to wear a skirt to school. We had to dress up on game days for basketball, and I was not happy about it. (Even imagining that picture makes me smile.) Now, I love wearing dresses and jewelry, but I still change into sweatpants the moment I get home.
I’m sarcastic and love witty banter, but I understand it’s a “defense mechanism,” and can be cruel, so sometimes I think about trying to work on it. Sometimes.
I love traveling and exploring new cultures, but I’m also a total homebody, and love the quiet predictability of my simple, usual routine.
I tend to take on the personas of the media I consume—which means when I read Jane Austin, I started thinking in “old-English,” and when I binge-watched Veep, I swore like crazy.