Aviva Jewel - Yoga & Wellness

I know Taylor dropped TS12 today, but have you heard about 7 DARES??? 😉

Details in the carousel. We begin September 1st. Link in bio.

Time to go big. I double dare you.

Are you ready for it? ⚡️💜

Bigger isn’t always better…

If you’re reading this and nodding along, thinking “Hell yeah, I’m so ready to go bigger and bolder” you’ve got two moves:

🍀 Comment or DM me ‘DARE ME’ to be the first to know when the 7 DARES link lands

🍀 Or, already know you want me in your corner 1-1? Smart lady! Skip the line and DM me ‘Make It Happen’

Either way, let’s keep you in that big, bold Life Enthusiast energy you know you’re here to embody 😘

I was dared to share an unpopular opinion that not enough people are saying, so here ya go.

How much money you make *actually is* the least interesting thing about you. And gaslighting anyone who isn’t there or doesn’t aspire to that.. nah, that’s just not the one.

Show and tell me more of the magic that makes you you - less of what’s in your bank account, more of what’s in the vault of your soul.

I don’t need to see your numbers non-stop to know you’re worthy of learning from.

Agree? Or agree to disagree?

And here’s my dare for you:

Share in the comments an unpopular or unspoken opinion you’re ready to claim out loud, even if no one else is saying it yet - and what you’d like to see more of instead.

💜💜💜

Cheers to the freakin’ weekend!..

.and every other day of the week 😉

The 7 DARES Experience is coming. Drop a 🤎 below if you already know you’re up for this mystery adventure!

I double dare you 🤎🤎 xx

What if the thing you’re missing isn’t purpose..

It’s adventure?

This weekend we were doing our Saturday evening food shop - wild times! - when I had a moment of, what is my life?! And not in the ‘if this were Groundhog Day I’d be happy to repeat it ad infinitum’ kind of way.

Truth be told, I’d been starting to get in my head a bit about the direction and purpose of .co (because even Life Enthusiasts can feel the sparkle dim from time to time). I’ve booked quite a few big adventures this year, and yet, the day to day was starting to feel a bit meh.

And then it hit me - it’s not purpose or clarity I lack, it’s a little extra zhuzh in daily life. The boredom I was feeling wasn’t a sign something had gone awry, quite the opposite. It was a clue as to what the missing link was.

I’m someone who craves adventure, newness, fun challenges, the thrill of feeling alive (textbook Gemini, hello!). And even more so, I LOVE creating experiences that give those same sensations to YOU!

And just like that, the spark was relit.

Something wickedly fun this way comes, my friends. And I’m freakin’ buzzing about it!

If you find yourself feeling a bit bored or meh in your business or life, use that as a clue and remember..

That boredom you feel might just be your breakthrough 💘

Intrigued? Ready to bag the beige for technicolor? Love a good dare? Love to get high on life? You’re going to want to join what I’m stirring up because it’s pretty dang sweet 🍯 Drop that honey pot below and you’ll be the first to know! 🍯🍯😘

Thoughts on loving yourself back… again. And again.

I thought I’d be soaring by now.

I left my job thinking I’d hit the ground running, but honestly? I kind of just hit the ground 🫠

It’s been humbling. Quiet. Uneven. Like standing in the void without a map. It’s also been a big lesson in slowing it right down and just.. listening.

Nowhere else to be but here. Now. Everything I - you, we, all of us - need is right here, right in this moment.

Now.

And the thing I keep coming back to is this: Love yourself back.

Back from the pressure to prove.
Back from the narrative that says you should be further ahead.
Back from the spiral of “what’s the point?” and “why even try?”
Back to your breath.
Back to your truth.
Back to the steady voice inside that whispers:

You’re still here. That’s enough.

Self-love doesn’t always feel like a glow-up.
Sometimes it feels like grace.
Like permission to pause.
Like choosing to believe in yourself, even when the evidence is shaky.

And if you’re in your own version of this season - if you’ve slowed when you thought you’d sprint, if you’re tired when you thought you’d feel free - just know:

This too is part of the path.
Honoring where you’re at is the most loving thing you can do.
And you’re not behind.

Loving yourself through this? That’s the work.
That’s the practice.
That’s the real flex.

You’re not broken. You’re evolving. Transforming.

So, today, maybe the most loving thing you can do isn’t to push or plan or perform.

Maybe it’s to remember your anchor.

To soften.
To breathe.
To try again tomorrow.

This is the heartbeat behind .co - finding the magic in all parts of the journey, even here. Especially here.

Not just in the rise, but in the return ❤️

I said I wanted more real on here, so here’s today’s reality - from me to you 😉

No filters.
No makeup.
No trending soundtrack.
Nary a brushed hair in sight.
Wearing the same shirt I’ve worn in the last 3/4 of my posts (it *has* been washed, I swear!).

Can’t passionately state how much you want more realness on these here squares if you’re not willing to bring the real-real yourself as well.

Swipe for my biggest achievement of the day 🍿😘

And here’s another one for you:

This morning I woke up questioning why I quit my job. I know it was the right choice, and still, I found myself singing the song of “dear Universe, please send me a dream job that would make me feel excited to work for someone else.”

Guess what?

A few hours later, a friend (who had no clue of this wish-upon-a-star moment) sent me a listing for exactly such a job - and for a company I’ve been researching recently, no less.

Is this a sign?
Or is it a test?

Run towards this opportunity?
Or hold your ground and keep building what you came to build?

My point in sharing this isn’t to crowd source an answer, but to highlight a very real part of working for yourself - and that is the days where you’d rather just not.

When your biz hasn’t taken off yet, or when you just need a break. The void state. Where the dreamiest dream is someone else thinking about it all when their head hits the pillow, and a steady and healthy paycheck/pension contribution hitting your account each month.

Everyone has had these moments at varying stages of their journey, whether or not they share about it on here.

And there is no one right or wrong answer. It’s always and only what is right for you - right here, right now, ongoing.

I know it seems counterintuitive to share this because..what if you don’t think I take the work I share with you seriously (I so totally do). Or what if a potential employer thinks I’m half-hearted (if I apply for anything again, it’ll only and ever be with my whole heart).

But I’m 40 now, and this is the decade where you just say it like it is, right? Right!

I choose to keep building, but hot damn, does the Universe know how to dangle some mighty shiny carrots 🥕✨

Get ready to step into the void.

The water’s warm in here, and it’s only just heating up.

More soon ❤️

Intrigued? Don’t ignore it. Drop a 👑 below xx

Are you for real?

If so, let’s be friends 💘😉

Krakow officially has a piece of my heart, as well as a piece of my history ❤️

In case you haven’t heard me say it (ha, as if I haven’t shouted it from every rooftop), I just turned 40. And yes, I’ve made a big deal about it, because it is a big freaking deal! You bet I’m celebrating the hell out of it.

I always thought I’d mark this milestone somewhere big, bold, exotic. I tried. But every door I pushed on stayed shut. Nothing aligned: timing, money, logistics, vibes. So I sulked a little, played my tiny violin, and decided maybe I’d just stay home. “Who even cares about turning 40 anyway?” (Me. I care.)

And then, I started getting this pull. A quiet, persistent whisper toward Krakow. The place where so many of my ancestors are from. I didn’t understand it at first, but signs kept showing up. I kept pulling the “ancestors” card from one of my decks (which I used to think was a spiritual filler card, not gonna lie). But it wouldn’t stop.

Then during the Magic May portal I shared with you, I decided to walk my own talk. Screw it, let’s do it. And when pulled a card for me and said, “You need to go somewhere and touch the ground your ancestors walked on,” I knew. Krakow. Within 15 minutes, the trip booked itself. The right flights. The perfect Airbnb. The signs were undeniable.

And the trip? Magic. Vibrant, alive, moving. We stayed in the Jewish Quarter, where I was so proud to see our culture being celebrated. We visited Auschwitz on my actual birthday, a heavy, sacred day of remembering and honouring life. On the bus there, I thought of my ancestors and looked out to see a field of red poppies. The flower of remembrance. You can’t make this stuff up.

This is where I was meant to be.

Sometimes doors stay shut because they’re not yours to open. But when the right one appears? It swings open with ease. That’s your sign. That’s your yes.

What if we lived this way: more trust, less force? What if we made decisions from that deep knowing in our gut instead of trying to logic our way into the life we think we should have?

Honor the past. Live in the present. And when it feels right… say yes.

Also: go visit Krakow. It’s a gem and I’m obsessed 😍

Five years cancer-free 🙏🥹🎉

Today marks five years since the surgery that removed the cancer from my left breast. That feels both impossible and exactly right.

It was the middle of the pandemic. The hottest day of the year. I was 35. A yoga teacher, eating well, doing all the “right” things. And yet… there I was, getting a mastectomy in a fancy private hospital (thanks to NHS covid restrictions), thinking, “Well, at least it’s air-conditioned.”

That was the day I lost my first b**b. A year later, I chose to have the other one removed too instead of taking meds. Not a common choice, but the right one for me.

We’re taught to see cancer in black and white. But in the middle of the fear and the panic attacks that took my breath away, I also felt the most creative, the most alive, the clearest, most confident, Divinely guided I’ve ever felt. That experience made me who I am today.

At the time, I couldn’t imagine ever feeling normal with implants in my chest. I couldn’t imagine ever not thinking about cancer every single day.

And now? I forget. I actually forget. What a wild privilege.

I also think ni***es are weird now, but that’s a whole other story 😅

I wrote a post last week about my 30s ahead of turning 40 and almost forgot the cancer. Five years ago, that would’ve been unthinkable.

Back then, I tried to control everything. Became a strict vegan. No sugar. No “negativity.” Weighed 15lbs less. It wasn’t healing, wasn’t healthy. It was fear in disguise.

Today I have two scars, two foobs and I love them. I no longer obsess over controlling my body or my emotions. I eat what I want. I feel what I feel without it overtaking me. I’m softer. Stronger. More here.

The truth is, where you are now is not where you’ll always be. And thank God for that.

Five years is a big milestone. One I remember witnessing someone else hit in my 20s, long before I knew it would mean anything to me. And now I get it. The chances of recurrence go down. The chances of living fully? Well, those are up to you. Personally? I feel wide open. Curious. Present.

I don’t know what happens now this milestone has passed.

But I’m here. And I’m grateful. And that’s more than enough ❤️

I’m in my final days of my 30s, and let me just say:

I never thought I’d feel this way heading into 40.

For much of my life, I was an anxious, insecure overthinker with a strong side of depression and a PhD in people pleasing 🫠

And now? I’m walking into this next decade with more clarity, confidence, peace, and power than I’ve ever had.

Do I still spiral sometimes? Of course. Just ask my minimind group chat 😅

But it doesn’t run the show anymore.

I’m not an overly nostalgic type, but I’ve found myself looking back at photos of birthdays from the last ten years (check each of them from 30-39 above!). And what hits me most is how intentional this decade has been.

This was a decade of conscious evolution. Of asking who I am, who I want to be, and how I want life to feel.

I spent the whole decade living in a country different from the one I was born in, and became a citizen half-way through. I travelled loads. I learned I love the countryside just as much as the rush of a city, if not more. I moved to the beach. I discovered that stability and freedom can coexist (and that I desperately need both).

I changed my whole lifestyle, my relationship with food, my body, my intuition, my spirit.

Oh, and I survived breast cancer. That part. That’s in there too.

I became a health coach. A yoga teacher. Started two businesses. Quit corporate jobs three times.

And I finally let myself be the Life Enthusiast I was always meant to be.

There were plenty of hard times too. That’s life. But the closer I’ve gotten to 40, the more grounded I’ve felt. I’ve invested deeply in myself - therapy, coaching, friendships, masterminds, my own joy.

I adopted a cat and a dog, aka the loves of my life.
I’ve never been clearer on who I am. It would have given 30 year old me so much hope to know that.

And I don’t feel that way every day because, hi, still human - but I do believe this:

If you’re worried that time is running out..

Life is just getting started.
The best is truly what you make it.

Cheers to aging like the bold, brave, badass babes we are.

And here’s to doing it together 🔥

Anyone else turning the big 4-0 this year?! 💘