well hello, there.
you're cute. can i send you random love notes?
My friends call me T, Taters, Tates, Tater-Tot, Toots, T-Money, Weird, Endearing and Purveyor of Tremendous Joy.
Oh, and my last name is pronounced FIERCE-dead (pretty cool, right?).
I am a professional napper. I have a sly sense of humor and my friends often describe me as feisty. My laughter is so robust that passersby double-take upon hearing the cackle. I blame traffic on my lateness when I just didn't leave on time. I respond aggressively to cat-callers. I struggle with intimacy, resentment, anger and privilege. I love Justin Timberlake and often daydream about our lives together.
Bottom line: I am a human being teaching other human beings how to be okay with being human. I don't have all the answers. And I don't want them. I just want to be helpful, honest and make you laugh. I have a very impressive yoga resume that includes words like Elena Brower, Wanderlust and New York City. But I want to connect with you because it makes sense to you, not because of where I've been.
I'm currently driving around the U.S. teaching yin, meditation and writing as a means of self care and healing. To keep up with my travels, follow my tour blog. Oh, and I'm pretty flexible (#yogapun) so if you want me to stop by your town, email me and we can set something up.
Short answer: I’m crazy and I’ve completely lost it.
Longer answer: In early December 2015, I had one of those days where everything goes from bad to worse. I’ll spare you the details to protect the innocent, but this day came on the tail end of months of anger, resentment, loneliness, depression and anxiety. Something in me broke that day and it hurt. Real bad.
If your best friend approached you and said, “I’m going to start a daily journaling practice,” would you respond with, “Oh, jeez. Are you sure? Do you really have that kind of time?”
If your answer is, “Yes, that is absolutely what I would say,” then I think you are not very nice and you need a time out.
Welp, it happened. I actually did it. I'm not in NYC anymore. I technically live in a soon-to-be-named rental car/whomever's home I'm staying. All that mental chatter from which I've been distracting myself is flowing with reckless abandon. I hate/love it. I have so much to tell you. If you want to keep up with it all, subscribe to my tour blog or my mailing list or both.