Like a lot of people my age who are trying to Make It Happen, I’ve kind of got a lot of shit going on right now.  I work a full-time job that I don’t love to pay the bills, work at an online fashion magazine after my office job everyday,

Siddha yoga: kinda culty, totally awesome. I was first introduced to NYC’s Siddha Yoga and Meditation Center when my boyfriend told me to stop being a psycho bitch, and get a little inner peace in my life (okay, he may have used less-harsh terminology to describe my rage-filled state, but

When your meditation bunkhouse is called ChopTank, what can you possibly fear? At this time in my life, eight and a half days of peace and silence is about all that I can take. By the twelfth hour of the ninth day of my 10-day meditation, my insides were screaming