We’re Going To Be Okay

We're Going To Be Okay

By Jillian Stacia

It’s been a rough couple of days. If you live in America then you know what I mean.

When things like this happen, I find myself falling silent. Not in my personal life, or on social media, or in my own private journals, but here, in this space. More than ever, I’m realizing just how important our words are. I want to make sure I get them right. I don’t want to be another voice in the void. I don’t want to add more fuel to the fire. I don’t want to say something just because. Continue reading

How Are You…Really?

How Are You...Really

By Kate Kole

I’ve noticed a trend in talking with others recently. Not with anyone in particular or specifically from my mouth or theirs. It’s just been a common theme, seemingly weaving its way across conversations.

It usually starts with a question of how things are going or what’s new. And abiding that some form of the answers “fine” and “nothing really” aren’t habitually given, a real life response often follows. Continue reading

10 Things I Learned From Not Drinking For A Year

10 Things I Learned From Not Drinking For A Year

By Jillian Stacia

When I decided to quit drinking, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to make it for very long. A life without margaritas or beer? It seemed impossible. But like most challenges, the anticipation of the thing was worse than the thing itself. It’s been hard at times (thanks FOMO), but it has been worth it in almost every aspect. Here are some of the top things I learned since quitting drinking one year ago: Continue reading

Life > Our Bodies

Life Is Bigger Than Our Bodies

By Kate Kole

I went to the beach last week. And for the first time in 2 years, I decided to bare my belly in the sun. Because, I wanted to go into the water with my nephews and relax on our sprawled-out blanket. I wanted to listen to the soft waves roll onto the shore, and feel my feet sink into the sand, and watch the sunlight glisten on the water without giving my body as much as a second thought.

Mere moments after taking off my tank top, my desire to forget about my figure and focus on an afternoon with my family faded. I began studying my stomach, critiquing its imperfections and the way it folded as I sat down in my chair. I glanced around, staring at other women, feeling the all too familiar urge to compare my body to theirs. Continue reading

Raising A Child In The Trump Administration

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By Jillian Stacia

Recently, Thirty On Tap contributor Catherine Miele wrote about how she’s scared to have a second child in today’s political landscape. I’m currently pregnant with my first child and can completely relate to Catherine’s feelings. I’ve found myself thinking about this more and more with every passing news story. I’m insecure about so many things when it comes to motherhood, but nothing scares me more than having to raise a child in the Trump Administration. Continue reading

We’re All Just Learning As We Go

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By Kate Kole

I completed my 200-hour yoga teacher training 3 years ago this month. And yet, it feels like the journey, inquiry, and knowledge I gained through that experience, and through my practice and teaching is still its infancy. Like I have so much left to unveil and discover, so many more books to read, and so much more anatomy and alignment to learn. What I once viewed as my ending point of having attained the certificate declaring my status as a registered instructor often feels like it was more of a launching pad.

The work is truly never done. In high school and college, that thought would have frustrated and intimidated me. I loved the idea of starting points and completion, and I relished crossing off the tasks I needed to accomplish in order to bridge the gap between the two. Yet now, my view has shifted. I’m excited by the thought that in many ways, I’m still a novice in my field. The prospect of the perspective and wisdom I have left to gain fuels my passion daily and contributes to my desire for growth. Continue reading

Why Summer Is The Perfect Time To Try Gentle Yoga

Why Summer Is The Perfect Time To Try Gentle Yoga

By Melissa Coley

You’re probably thinking one of two things. First, gentle yoga is boring. I only do Bikram. Or second, yoga? I don’t know about that. Okay, maybe you’re not thinking either, but for a long time I was a member of the first camp.

What you need to know about me is that I am not a gentle yoga kind of gal. In my past life, before developing CRPS, I was a wannabe gym rat, P90X fanatic, Spin instructor and finisher of a 30-day Bikram Yoga challenge. I liked my workouts fast, hot, and competitive and, prior to all of that, I was substantially overweight (which is a totally different story, but the plot line consists of a torn meniscus, two knee surgeries and a serious Panera Bread problem). Continue reading

10 Things You Should Never Say To A Pregnant Woman

10 Things You Should Never Say To A Pregnant Woman

By Jillian Stacia

At 5 months pregnant, I’ve had my fair share of awkward encounters with strangers wanting to discuss my pregnancy. Although many people think they’re being polite and showing interest, most of the time, it’s just plain awkward and leaves me feeling incredibly self-conscious.

Pregnancy is a very personal and emotional experience for most women, so air on the side of caution and try to avoid these questions and statements, especially if the person isn’t your close friend or family member. Continue reading

How A Chronic Pain Condition Unexpectedly Led To Self-Love

How A Chronic Pain Condition Unexpectedly Led To Self-Love

By Melissa Coley

Like a lot of millennial women, I spent most of my twenties striving for perfection (P90X + Pinterest + grad school + multiple jobs + the Whole 30 + the lob = a hangry, sleep-deprived perfectionist with an iron deficiency and a Master’s degree). But at thirty-one, a chronic pain condition has knocked the snot out of me and not left much room for any semblance of perfection (I rarely wear makeup, my six pack hasn’t come in, I didn’t see Beauty and the Beast in the theater, and I need a haircut badly).

In March of 2016 I injured an ankle, and what should have been your run of the mill sprain, led to a neuro-inflammatory condition that spread from the location of my injury, up that leg and into the next. When my neurologist diagnosed me with CRPS 1, she sat across from me on her roll-y stool and said I’d be on nerve regulators and pain killers for the rest of my life and that what I needed now was a “really strong support system”. I sat there next to my knee cart I’d named Wallace, feet cold-burning, rubbery, and swollen thinking, wait, what? Say that again? I’d never heard of CRPS, didn’t know anybody with it, and I was terrified. All I knew was that I couldn’t walk, my husband couldn’t touch my legs without getting kicked, and that showers, which required the sort of plastic white chair that grandmas use, felt more like water torture than relief. Continue reading