Goddess Glow-up

I woke up with the urge to bake sourdough bread and go to a Pilates class.
Reality check: I don’t have a sourdough starter, and there isn’t a Pilates class within a 50-mile radius of me.
And oddly enough, that made me feel really uneasy and sad.
Not because of bread or Pilates, but because sometimes you wake up craving a version of life that feels gentle, slow, and aligned and realizing you can’t access it in that moment hurts more than it should.