Last night, before going to bed, I laid out my yoga clothes on the bed. Not because I had a class to rush to. Not out of discipline. But because I’ve come to realize that caring for myself also means preparing the space to feel good. This morning I woke up early, quietly, without pressure. And there it was—that soft set of clothes waiting for me like a gentle reminder. That moving my body, stretching, breathing a little deeper… is not something I have to do. It’s something I get to do. Some days, I don’t have the energy for much. But I can still make space for something that brings me back to center. Even if it’s just a moment. Even if it’s just putting on clothes that connect me to the version of me that feels grounded.