Saturday morning I woke up early (no curtains yet to keep out that 6am sunshine), started drinking my coffee and started crying. My first thought was, ‘oh no…you are NOT doing this all day.’ So I got dressed, slathered myself in essential oils and went to the 8am yoga class at my studio. I NEVER go to that class. I either have my kids on Saturdays or refuse to get out of bed before 9 on Saturdays, but I needed to GO somewhere. And the studio was the only place that felt like home in that moment.