
By: Gabriela Yareliz
The snow piles remain. Winter has us all about to fling ourselves on the snow piles in resignation. “Just leave me here,” we want to say. But “onward,” as someone who does nothing at work typically says to those doing the heavy lifting. Onward, indeed.
Today, I heard a clown horn (you know, the one that sounds like little circus music). I have no idea what is happening out there. On the bright side— it’s warm. It’s 35F and sunny, which is basically summer, here.

There should be a study on the workaholism that is ingrained in children that have lived to see the sacrifice of their families and felt it deeply. Immigrant families, families that aren’t wealthy, the families that put a lot on education. It’s something else— this work ethic. It’s not the same as people from different backgrounds who, in adulthood, don’t work and take their paycheck anyway. It’s a different dynamic. A different burden. It’s the responsibility that sucks the life out of you, where you can’t even take a vacation. A cure for this needs to be put forward. This is my petition.

This week, I stumbled upon Jungle Johanna (this is her IG handle). She is the first American person of color that I have seen as a Pilates instructor— and she is hilarious, bold, authentic, and she just sort of clicked with my soul. Take it from someone who has done Pilates for over a decade with many instructors— she is unique in this space. I have laughed through several of her classes on the Peloton app. She is great with form, and I am excited someone like her exists in the world. She ends her classes with her motto— “Do no harm; take no sh*t.” Enough said. Amen.


I wrote a postcard this week. This is your PSA to send out snail mail.

This week, build an outfit made up of the things you loved when you were thirteen.
Vita Sidorkina is launching something big on Monday… here we are all hoping it’s a workout platform that will guide us to her aspirational routine…

The weekend has arrived! Let’s go! Be cheerful and bask in the sunshine. Read a book. Take a deep breath. Wash your coat (I did). Let the slush melt away.
Spring continues to inch closer and closer. Hurrah!
