Category: Soul Reset

  • Schrödinger’s Knee: Healing The Pain Habit Through Mindset and Movement

    Schrödinger’s Knee: Healing The Pain Habit Through Mindset and Movement

    Remember Schrödinger’s cat—that famous quantum physics thought experiment where the cat in the box is both alive and dead at the same time, until you open the lid and “observe” it? That’s kind of how my knees used to function. Every morning, as I climbed out of bed, we were all in total suspense (me and both knees). Will taking a step unleash sharp stabs, or will it feel like a glorious, pain-free miracle? Both realities existed… until I actually stood up and collapsed the wave function.

    Before you get out of bed or think “ugh, hope this bitch doesn’t ruin my day,” pause. Deep breaths. Play the ‘what if’ game: What if it feels great? What if last night’s sleep healed you a ton? What if you just hit the gym and saw what happened—instead of skipping weighted lunge day yet again?

    I dubbed this situation “Schrödinger’s Knee” because I realized that my brain lived in this quantum limbo situation about my knees every day. My mindset and expectations played a huge role in which reality showed up. Turns out my fears about pain was wreaking havoc on the reality I was experiencing! I finally decided I needed to create a whole new reality where my knees felt strong, capable, and pain free.

    The Distorted History

    Somewhere in the corporate grind, my knees turned into full-time assholes. They hurt constantly doing basic human shit: half-assed workouts 3x a week, climbing in/out of my car, trying to strut around the office in heels like it wasn’t excruciating.

    Two badass knees with mean faces holding weapons
    Picture this if you ever think you have bad knees!

    Corporate Finance Amy had zero clue she was torching herself—and her knees—with zero real exercise, extra weight, and an inflammatory AF diet loaded with seed oils, processed junk, and booze. Joints screaming like the Tinman begging for oil. She thought 30 minutes of moderate cardio counted as “working out.” Laughable—it’s way below minimum standards but she wasn’t ready to hear that.

    Worst part? She swallowed the generational BS that being in your 40s means slowing down and getting softer. What the actual F? That’s the granddaddy of all excuses not to try – just wearing those old age glasses as his disguise.

    Daily Choices Matter

    Why wake up dreading the joint drama—bracing for a punishing workout and limping all day? Flip the script. Wake up in the new reality you’re building… and keep building it before your feet hit the floor.

    Don’t let your brain block unlimited possibility with old stories. That “bad knees” tale might’ve protected you from hurting yourself and pushing too hard—or from fully showing up. Either way, it’s kept you small.

    Healing Episodes

    In 2025, mid-gap year(s), I learned physical healing is tangled up with mental and spiritual growth. I’ve been diving into new practices, like breathwork with my fave healer Jenna Paige at Surya Yoga (my new zen home).

    Breathwork, for the uninitiated, is basically a guided session where you lie down, breathe in specific deep and rhythmic patterns (think faster and fuller than your usual shallow corporate zombie breaths), often with epic music blasting to amp up the emotional release and altered-state vibes. It’s wild how something as simple as breathing on purpose can unlock buried shit and spark healing—like therapy on steroids, but with zero talking.

    Breathwork = getting high on your own supply (of breath)

    I’m a breathwork newbie but keep showing up for the magic. You set an intention upfront. Mine shifted one day to: “Help me understand why part of me still feels ‘not good enough’ for me to take the BEST care of my body”.

    The second we started, warm electric buzzing hit both knees—like they were being cradled and healed by invisible hands. I leaned in and let it ride (because when the universe offers knee rehab, you say thank you).

    Then the downloads came: direct, loving, no-BS messages zapping in milliseconds. One wrecked me: “Your constant focus on knee pain is your self-tether. It keeps you from living big and building the strong body needed for your life’s work. You’ve been pretending to try while holding yourself down. It’s a big fat lie. You could launch yourself into the sun with the power you’ve got.”

    Visual that popped in? Me strapped to Earth with a thick green gym band around my hips, flailing to jump free (and failing). Have you ever seen how big and burly those bands are? Like 2 inches thick and can hold up the weight of a large man. 

    It looked ridiculous the way the image popped into my mind, and would have made me laugh if it hadn’t been so immensely sad at the same time. This whole time it was me holding me back? Flood of tears. 

    Days later, I read Soul Speak by Julia Cannon—perfect timing. Her book is a veritable dictionary of what different parts of the body are trying to tell you. Sometimes they whisper and you have to listen hard to decipher, and sometimes they scream, cry, and call you the worst swears for trying to be active. Turns out knee pain symbolically ties to flexibility, humility, pride, and moving forward. Pain = your higher self yelling “pay attention and growww.”

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    Lunging Forward

    Post-download, workouts flipped. I’d always skipped lunge day—weighted lunges were a 12/10 pain nightmare.

    But after a real talk with my PT bestie, Doc Martin, we tweaked my form (squats juuust past parallel while laser focused on building leg and joint strength). Life-changing: stronger, minimal pain, actually doing moves I’d labeled “hard effing pass” in the preceding months. Turns out just because I was flexible enough to hit the way bottom of a squat didn’t mean I was strong enough to do it repeatedly (yet).

    Cue recent workout: lunges everywhere. Old me = “Oh hells no”, New me: “What if I showed up for lunge workouts and just… did them (without bitching or hedging)?”

    This felt like Lunge Queen vibes

    Holy cow what a difference. Crushed the double-under practice time (previous knee kryptonite), then did a million front-rack weighted lunges. Zero pain. Lifetime PR. Mojo found in a movement I’d dodged forever.

    Your body listens. Your mind’s the DJ. Play better tunes.

    xoxo Amy – your professional gap year guide and breathwork believer

    What’s your best Schrödinger’s body part story? Spill below, or DM me on IG/TikTok/X @gapyearwithamy. Gap Year Movement = ditching BS and launching to the sun. You’ve got this, homies. 🚀

  • Oregon Coast Magic: A Gap Year Adventure of Seafood, Nature, and Cosmic Winks

    Oregon Coast Magic: A Gap Year Adventure of Seafood, Nature, and Cosmic Winks

    Y’all, the Oregon Coast Stole My Heart (and I’m Not Mad About It)

    The Oregon Coast just swept me off my feet, and I’m still buzzing from this gap year adventure. It was a whirlwind of untamed nature, quirky hidden gems, and strangers dropping wisdom like it was no big deal. This trip reminded me why I hit pause on the grind: to chase time freedom, soak up wonder, and let the universe guide the way. Here’s how it went down.

    Nature’s Got My Soul on Fire

    The Oregon Coast feels like stepping into a dream (and a throwback to my childhood adventures here with family). Ancient pines tower over cliffs, their scent blending with salty air as the Pacific roars below. We wandered miles of beaches—some sandy, some rocky—gawking at sea stacks like Haystack Rock standing proud in the surf. Mornings greeted us with thick fog, wrapping the world in mystery as we grabbed coffee and planned the day’s explorations. It was colder than we expected in July, but we loved zipping up jackets and feeling the mist kiss our faces (no ordinary fog here—it’s like the coast’s secret sauce).

    By afternoon, warm sunshine broke through, turning the waves into a turquoise sparkle-fest. Even the rain in Newport felt like a gentle hug from the sky, urging us to look up and give thanks. And those snow-capped mountains in the distance? They grounded me, reminding me how tiny my worries are compared to nature’s epic grandeur.

    Seafood Adventures: Mason’s Heaven, My New Interest…

    This trip was kind of a seafood extravaganza, especially for Mason, our resident connoisseur who could live on shellfish and sushi. I’m a total transformation when it comes to eating seafood. As a kid and young adult I could not stand the thought, smell, or sight of seafood. During my time gapping many things have changed, including my palate. I now eat (and crave!) all sorts of things I would never have allowed near my plate previously, and LOVE them. On this trip it was crab cakes with a crispy golden crust, halibut fish and chips that flaked just right, and salmon so buttery it melted in my mouth. Each bite felt like a step toward a bolder palate, and sharing these meals with Mason, who adores seafood and geeks out over every flavor, made it even sweeter. The local brews we sipped alongside? Pure coastal bliss.

    From seafood skeptic to crab cake convert!

    Off-the-Beaten-Path Vibes

    We ditched the tourist traps for hidden gems that felt like ours alone. Segments of the Oregon Coast Trail offered easy access, parking, and quick escapes into lush forests. Lighthouses, historical markers, and cheese factories landed on our “let’s check this out!” list, blending fun, exploration, and a peek into the land’s history. These spots let us breathe, no rush, no agenda—just the tide’s rhythm and our curiosity calling the shots. This gap year freedom means I can chase these moments, letting the day unfold however it wants. These quiet adventures set the stage for the real magic: the people we met.

    Chasing hidden gems on the Oregon Coast

    Strangers Dropping Wisdom Bombs

    The people we met were straight-up magic.

    At the Hertz counter, a chill agent cracked dad jokes with every customer, unbothered by the line of 847 impatient travelers. He spotted our matching NASA t-shirts (our fave travel tradition!) and sparked a chat about space, writing, and books. Before I knew it, he’d recommended two life-changing reads by Isabel Allende—Paula (her memoir) and The House of the Spirits. I added them to my Amazon cart that night, trusting the universe’s nudge.

    I love a good (and mysterious) book rec…

    At Rendezvous Bar & Grill, we stumbled on a breakfast spot with killer food and even better owners. Chatting with them, we discovered shared roots in their past careers, and they spilled the tea on owning a bar restaurant. Funny thing? That morning, Mason and I had been brainstorming investment ideas in the brewery scene. Talk about cosmic timing.

    Then there was Uncle Sean at The Meridian Restaurant. Over a gorgeous dinner, he shared his wild story of moving to the coast, meeting a woman who needed a renter and caretaker for her beachside home, and eventually inheriting it for his stellar care. His advice? “Never underestimate the universe’s magic—extend trust, and you’ll receive in abundance.” These chance encounters felt like little winks from the cosmos, urging us to stay open and keep exploring.

    One Last Wave from the Coast

    The Oregon Coast reminded me why I took this leap: to taste new flavors, wander hidden trails, and let strangers’ wisdom light my way. Whether it’s a year or a weekend, I’m begging you to carve out time for your own adventure. Here’s your action item: Pick one new place within a day’s drive and spend a few hours exploring—no plan, just vibes. What’s calling you? Share your dream destination in the comments or tell me about a stranger who dropped some wisdom on you. Let’s keep the gap year energy flowing!

    As I stood on a misty Oregon beach, watching the waves crash and the fog lift, I felt it: this is what gap year freedom is all about. It’s not just about the places you go—it’s about trusting the journey, savoring the unexpected, and letting the world surprise you. So go chase your own slice of magic. The universe is waiting to deliver.

    xoxo Amy – your professional gap year guide and lover of the Oregon Coast

  • Yoga and Meditation: A Journey to Soul Whispers and Sweaty Mishaps

    Yoga and Meditation: A Journey to Soul Whispers and Sweaty Mishaps

    Hitting Pause to Find My Flow

    Picture this: I’m perched in an open-air yoga shala, high in the jungle canopy of Nosara, Costa Rica, at the Bodhi Tree Yoga Resort. The air hums with jungle birds and the occasional thunk of a coconut smacking the roof. Twenty-five spiritual seekers, including my new friend—an Instagram-famous psychic medium named Malaurie—are setting intentions under a pink sunrise. I’m a total yoga retreat newbie, no clue what’s coming, but the universe practically screamed, “Go to Costa Rica, Amy!” So here I am, chasing magic, adventure, and maybe a few answers.

    This is my gap year, my rebellion against the soul-sucking grind of a 25-year finance career that left me drained. I ditched the corporate hamster wheel to explore passions, find my true north, and listen to the universe’s whispers. This retreat? A wild leap into the unknown, sparked by Malaurie’s invite and the allure of Costa Rica’s jungles. It was transformative—new friends, new countries, vivid dreams that dropped clues like breadcrumbs, a hilariously sweaty hot yoga flop back home, and a fated studio discovery that felt like destiny. Yoga (breathing with purpose through poses) and meditation (quieting the noise to hear your soul) became my gap-year compass, guiding me to purpose, healing my body alongside my daily CrossFit gym habit, and introducing me to the most magical yogis. Let’s dive in.

    The Costa Rica Retreat: My First Yoga Adventure

    The Bodhi Tree Yoga Resort was straight out of a dream. Jungle bungalows, open-air shalas for sunrise flows, and a cozy indoor space for stormy nights—like the epic thunderstorm that crashed our sound bath, rain roaring like a cosmic drumroll. The food? Fresh, natural, and stupidly delicious. The bar had light refreshments (think kombucha and smoothies, and plenty of margaritas!). Dirt paths led to adventures—hikes, beaches, or just vibing with the jungle’s pulse. Our crew? Twenty-five strangers-turned-friends, all chasing spiritual vibes, connected by Malaurie through many different intersections.

    One morning, I’m catching a few more winks in that ‘in-between’ space that comes between sleep and fully awake. Then the dreams—vivid, wild, and oddly specific. First, an old woman in a red robe, silver hair flowing, rocked in a chair and said, “You’ll be working for Johnson Concrete within three months.” I blinked, like, “Lady, who are you, and what’s with the concrete?!” She repeated it, slower, like I was missing the point and a little slow lol. The next morning, I dreamt of my friend Nicholle dressed like Audrey Hepburn in a yellow dress, pregnant, rocking a cute 60s style bob. Woke up, happened to check Instagram, and bam—her daughter Audrey’s 18th birthday post. Mind blown. The final night, I saw intricate, light-brown henna tattoos covering a new friend’s hands—stunning, but weird, since she is completely ink-free.

    These dreams planted a seed. I knew I had to bring yoga and meditation home, not just as a hobby but as a lifeline. Try this: Find a local yoga class or an online session. No retreat needed—just an open heart and a willingness to stretch.

    The Hot Yoga Hiccup: A Sweaty, Hilarious Misadventure

    Back home, I hit Google to find a yoga studio. Easy, right? Wrong. I signed up for a hot yoga class, clueless that it’s basically yoga in a sauna. Picture me, slipping on my mat, sweating buckets, gasping like I’m running a marathon in hell. The instructor says, “If it’s too hard, stay where you are,” and I’m thinking, “F yes, I’m staying on this floor forever.” Except lying down in 105-degree heat is its own torture. Does anyone know how HARD that shit is?! I was a newbie, overconfident from my Costa Rica glow, and this class humbled me fast.

    I laughed at myself, though—sprawled on the mat, looking like a drowned rat. That flop taught me growth comes with wobbles. It pushed me to keep searching for my yoga home, not quit. Reflect: Think of a time you tried something new and face-planted. How did it nudge you toward the right path? Write it down.

    Finding My Yoga Home: A Tattoo-Inspired Sign

    Scrolling studio websites felt an endless sea—nothing clicked. Then I landed on a site that stopped me cold. The logo? A circle of intricate, light-brown design, identical to the henna tattoo I saw on H’s hands in my dream. Chills. Tears. The universe was winking, and I was listening.

    This studio was magic. Welcoming vibes, classes like Kundalini, slow flow yoga, and stretch-and-sound sessions with singing bowls that made my soul hum. My teacher, a healer and emotions coach, was glorious—part yogi, part wizard, guiding me to dig deeper into my practice and myself. This wasn’t just a studio; it was home, proof that dreams and passions lead you where you’re meant to be.

    Challenge: Notice a sign this week—a song, a symbol, a gut feeling. Act on it and see where it takes you.

    The Gifts of Yoga and Meditation: Soul Whispers and Sound Healing

    Yoga’s intentional breathing through poses grounds me, especially paired with my CrossFit grind (CrossFit for strength, yoga for flow). Meditation quiets the noise, letting my soul’s whispers come through loud and clear. Sound healing with singing bowls? Pure magic, like a reset button for my spirit. Kundalini sparked energy I didn’t know I had, flow yoga released tension, and stretch-and-sound sessions brought calm I could carry. My teacher’s emotional coaching tied it all together, helping me unpack feelings and find clarity.

    These aren’t just exercises—they’re tools to hear your soul and align with your purpose, which for me ties to my gap-year quest and my Gap Year Movement. Try this: Set a timer for 5 minutes of deep breathing or a guided meditation (Moonly and Headspace apps have great guided meditations and sound healing recordings). Notice what bubbles up. That’s your soul talking.

    Keep Stretching Toward Your Truth

    From a Costa Rica jungle retreat to a sweaty hot yoga disaster to a studio that felt like fate, yoga and meditation became my gap-year compass. They healed my body, boosted my strength alongside CrossFit, and connected me to magical humans who light up my path. They’re not about perfection—they’re about listening to your soul and finding your way.

    I’m still chasing passions, from yoga to my bakery dream, Any Way You Knead It (stay tuned for that!). My Gap Year With Amy blog and book share this journey, and I’d love for you to join me. Try a yoga or meditation class this week—online, in a studio, or in your backyard with your chickens clucking along. Write a sentence about how it feels and tell someone (or your dog). Share your yoga or meditation stories in the comments below—I’m all ears. The universe is cheering, and so am I.

    xoxo Amy – your professional gap year guide and emerging yogi