Since I was a little girl I've been documenting my life. From the time I could write I would handwrite out little newspapers called the "Third Grade Gazette," depending on what year I was in school, photo copy them and hand them out to everyone. Man, I got lot of grief for that but I loved it and I honestly didn't care.
I went to college for writing and majoring in Journalism and studied a lot of creative writing. Then I went on to a couple of internships and eventually landed a job working at National Geographic. I wrote in a blog I called "Ananda: Sanskrit for Bliss" during that entire time. It was on Blogspot and I can't find it now. Either way, it was a huge part of my life and something that brought me so much joy.
These past few years have been filled with so much change. Like a rapid fire, swirling kind of change where I couldn't get my finger on the pulse and wasn't sure what I'd say if I did. Pair that with an overly-curated world of Instagram and paid blog posts and all sorts of other content overload. I was burnt out. On all of it.
I need to write again. Because I just do.
I need to write mostly for me but also because I love community and vulnerability and creativity and all that good shit.
So allow me to reintroduce myself:
I'm Mary Beth LaRue. I'm an almost 34 year-old Virgo that lives in a bohemian-esque treehouse in Silver Lake, Los Angeles with my husband Matt and our eight-year-old bulldog Rosy. I love reading in our sunlit living room, practicing in my yoga space, exploring new neighborhoods, crafting yoga classes, being with our best friends and family. Oh, and I'm a yoga teacher and a mentor and the co-founder of Rock Your Bliss.
I feel much more in touch with my 12 year-old self lately than my 24 year-old self. I feel a sense of me-ishness that I never have before and will have a lot of write about in these next few months. Oh boy, like so much. And I can't wait.