On Saturday, my alarm went off at 7:45 and I rolled out of bed and headed out the door to barre class. It was chilly and the wind cut right through me as I buried my gloved hands into my coat pockets and walked as fast as possible to class. After an intense 55 minute class, I repeated the process of getting back to my warm and cozy apartment. Don’t worry, I took a shower before practically swan diving back into bed and curling up under the blankets.
I grew up in a family who takes their blankets very seriously and I have quite the collection: Fuzzy, quilted, feather-stuffed, I’ve got ’em all. There’s just nothing like wrapping a blanket around you as you listen to the wind howling outside. It’s instantly calming and helps me pause to take a beat and clear my head.