Hi, I’m Anna Schoener
Writer, Fitness Junkie, Experimentalist
I’m part lake mermaid, part warrior princess, complete Wild Woman.
A true Gemini, what I am changes from moment to moment. I’m real. Sarcastic. Uncensored. Super messy. I don’t brush my hair very often, I prefer piles of clothes to closets or dressers, and if you leave something on the floor while I’m vacuuming, I’ll just vacuum around it.
I love wildflowers, sunshine, burritos, and wine.
I don’t believe in choosing one path for our lives. I do believe in being whoever you want to be, doing it unapologetically and without hesitation. Because why be one thing when we can be everything?
The idea of meditation is super appealing to me, but when it comes down to it, I’d rather have an impromptu dance party. Nothing brings me closer to my Soul than letting my hair down, cranking the music up, and rocking my shit.
Blind optimism and trust have carried me through my life and I’m pretty convinced it’s the only reason I’m still standing. I can find something positive in just about any situation, and I think that is one of the most important things to do in life: choose to see the good and trust thyself. There’s always something to be grateful for if we simply open our eyes to it.
I want to try everything once. To soak up as much beauty as I can and exhale it back out to everyone I meet.
I want to make you smile and laugh and to know that you’re really fucking awesome.
This is our one life, so please, let’s live the crap out of it.
this is what I know
- You don’t need me to tell you how to live your life, only you can do that. I’m never going to try and change you with my writing or anything else that goes on here. My purpose is to ignite inspiration in you to dig deep and reveal yourself to the world. As Jackson Brown, Jr. put it, “Never overestimate your power to change others. Never underestimate your power to change yourself.”
- I’m not censoring my writing anymore. I just don’t want to do it. If the strongest curse word you can handle is, “Dagnabbit!” prepare yourself. Please note, I’m not doing this to offend you. I hope this won’t deter you from my blog or me, but if it does, I’m only a little sorry about it.
- We have everything we’ll ever need to be happy, successful (whatever that means), free, and anything else we’d ever want to be. It all comes down to one thing: will we choose to be the person we want to be, every single day?
I grew up in a small town in the foothills of Northern California. As a child, I dreamt of faraway places, mostly those seen only in fairytales. I was sure that mermaids, unicorns, dragons, and anything magical were things of real life, and I spent most of my time with my head in the clouds.
When I was five years old, my mom passed away and life as I knew it came to an abrupt end. It took years for me to even begin grieving this loss, as there are only so many things a five-year-old knows of death and its permanence.
Fast-forward to twenty years old, I finally found the courage to face the little girl that lost her mother so many years ago. I threw out any preconceived beliefs I had about God, my life, and myself and I went searching. For a new belief system, a new lifestyle, a new me. Little did I know that I didn’t need a new me; I needed me, and only me.
Growing up, I constantly heard how much like my mom I was. How we looked alike, had the same mannerisms, sounded alike. Whenever I didn’t know how to feel about something, I would ask someone who knew her how she would’ve felt, and I’d adopt that belief. I was trying to be her so much, that I never actually knew what it was like to be me.
A couple years after I graduated college, I was working two part-time jobs, feeling unfulfilled, like something was missing. I had saved up money for a while, so I decided to just go. I chose New Zealand first. Then Australia. Bali. London. France. Spain. The Netherlands. Denmark.
I lived in a car. Worked on organic farms. Built compostable toilets. Bathed in water temples. Practiced yoga amongst rice fields.
I felt the earth beneath my bare feet.
I healed a broken heart. Drank too much wine and ate too much bread and cheese. I walked across an entire country.
I fell in love.
I learned what it means to let everything go. To forget what everyone thought about me and to do things just for the hell of it.
Finally, I felt free. I felt like myself. It was the first time in my life that I’d truly experienced that. I wasn’t trying to be anyone else.
I wasn’t trying to be anything at all, I just was.
I stopped worrying about the smart thing to do and did what nourished my Soul. In the end, that kind of nourishment is always the smartest option.
I met my now-husband on that trip. And it taught me so much of life, love, and the necessity of sometimes saying, ‘fuck it all.’
Now I want to share it with you. I want to make you feel something. I hope that my stories of a shattered heart and the courage it takes, daily, to fill up my Soul, to heal, will inspire you to do the same.