There are some things that just DON’T go together:
- Tasha and a bedtime past 9:00 P.M.
- Tasha and a pantry without peanut butter.
- Tasha and a car without ten books, three bags and seven boxes on snacks on the seat and floor.
- Tasha in a barre studio
So…..the idea that I’m getting ready to start teaching in a barre studio on a super consistent basis is a little puzzling to most.
It was puzzling to me too.
I was actually presented with the opportunity to teach Xtend Barre right after I decided to retire from teaching Zumba (so, to answer the question, no I did not “quit” one to do the other). The truth is I had NEVER even heard of Xtend Barre and, until this very day, I’m not even sure how I ended up finding out about it or how I ended up at an audition. But I did.
And it is one of the best decisions I’ve made in a looooong time. Continue reading
“When life gives you lemons, make lemonade and chocolate cake and leave others wondering how you did it.”
Last year, on this date, life left a pair of lemon trees in the yard of my existence. I’ve been squeezing the hell out of them since.
The hardest year of my life has come to an end. Now what?
This is not rocket science. This is not complicated. It’s simple.
I live. Continue reading
It’s been a while since I’ve written a blog but I’ve actually been off doing non-Tasha like things like sleeping late, reading fiction books, eating gummy bears, drinking other things at Starbucks besides my tall soy sugar free hazelnut latte and wearing non-gym clothes. All of us need a break from the norm. Yet it all brings us back to ourselves.
I also went to a film festival this past weekend.
For someone who can’t seem to sit still for longer than ten minutes (especially in clothes not made of spandex) going to a film festival just seems like a ridiculous idea. I rarely even watch movies unless it involves 1) Morris Chestnut 2) My bed, an IPad and snacks 3) music and dance 4) Morris Chestnut 5) historical significance 6) free tickets or 7) Morris Chestnut. Yet, for the past few years, I’ve attended the International Black Film Festival in Nashville. Every year I come away with something. This year, I was blown away, as a professional, as an African American, as a person who strives every day to live from her soul but still struggles from time time.
Morris Chestnut was not there. Brett Dismuke, David E. Talbert and Lamman Rucker were and they were one hell of a combination. Continue reading
O.K. That’s enough of the talk. It’s time to do. The Sparkling Detox Challenge starts today.
And there is no better time than NOW!
I’ve talked about too much activity, not enough sleep. Can we just throw stress up in the mix and how those three have COMPLETELY jacked up my ENTIRE life? My body is somewhere floating in another stratosphere. My Starbucks bill might be running neck and neck with my student loans. I just lost it for a bit. And then that whole “mercury in retrograde” thing (never believed in it before but I read up on it this time and I swear it sounded like my autobiography).
I posted a quote on my Instagram a week or so ago that read, “If you’ve ever fallen down and lost your spark, get back up as the whole damn fire.” Well, I’m about to be one sparkling inferno.
But let me drink this water first. Continue reading
“Energy cannot be created or destroyed, it an only be changed from one form to another.” -Albert Einstein-
I am currently in search of the form on this Earth that is walking around with my transferred energy. I.Am.Tired.
My days start early. Somewhere around 4:15 a.m. (one day, recently, it was 2:30 a.m.), I am up and getting dressed, going over choreography, solidifying personal training plans, answering emails, spending waaaaaay too much time on social media, counting the hours until I can take a nap or go to bed for the night and thinking about what I am going to drink and/or eat that’s going to give me the energy to make it through the two or three classes, several clients, blog posts, calls, errands and other life issues before I get there.
Coffee wins more than it should. It’s quick. It’s on the way to work. It tastes good. It gives me the warm fuzzies. Yet, like most things, I know better. I know what’s happening to my body and I know what I need to do. I’ve already admitted what my issue is and it’s also my solution. Continue reading