It was the soft hum of meditation music that stirred me awake before my alarm could even chirp. I stretched my arms above my head and arched my back like a lazy cat in the morning sun before I blinked my eyes open. I smiled as I saw how my room was gently bathed in light. I pushed the covers off, climbed out of bed, and slipped into my lavender silk robe. First things first—my morning ritual. It had to be done before any other thing or the rest of the day would be chaos for me.
It was one of my ways of not letting adulthood drive me crazy.
I rolled out my pink yoga mat, tied my hair into a messy bun and began my flow. Feminine energy wasn’t just some trend to me—it was my sanctuary. Hip rolls, pelvic tilts, heart openers… I moved like liquid honey, grounding myself in my body and brea
