Pick up the phone
📞 Your dreams are calling ðŸ’
On the morning of my thirtieth birthday, the streets were eerily quiet.
It was March 2020, and I was in Ubud Bali. I’d just finished teaching a yoga retreat with my long term boyfriend and we sat, alone, in a cafe that was on any other morning, packed to the rooftop with shoeless, spiritual people talking about past lives and rising signs. We’d roll ou…
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