Today was one of those super long days that mostly happen on Mondays where it feels like 3 days in one. I'm sure I would write really different blog posts if I was writing first thing in the morning when I'm feeling fresh and vivacious, as opposed to 9:51 at night after a long ass day, when I'm feeling exhausted and shitty about the world as we know it. There are so many wondrous things, like this little boy who wasn't even here, on this planet, until very recently when his parents made him. And then there are super shitty things like broken hearts. Trump. The state of America. Etc. Those were run-on sentences, I am too damn tired to care. So, chill out, grammar police.

I went to one of my favorite yoga classes this morning and had an amazing conversation with my teacher, I love her. I've known her for years now and she tells it to you straight, which is bold and fantastic. I wish I could share our conversation with you, but I can't.

I can share that you are not alone. That if you are suffering, please know that you are not the only one. We are all suffering, we all have our own schtick. You are ok. I promise.