So, I went to a yoga retreat, chasing my dreams of enlightenment and inner peace. And while it was life-changing in some ways, what I came back with wasn’t exactly the calm zen vibes I was hoping for—nope, instead, I returned with a torn meniscus. Yep, you read that right. After hobbling around for the last 4 months like a one-legged flamingo, I’m finally getting this mess fixed so I can get back to my zen mode. And guess what my Valentine’s Day gift to myself is? You got it—knee surgery! Now, friends, if you're reading this, you're officially in my circle of trust and love. I might need you. So get ready: send me some snacks, come visit and hear all about my “adventures,” and maybe even scratch my back while I’m stuck in one place for 6 weeks. Take advantage of my immobility and help me through this recovery—because after all, I'm not just sitting here… I’m in a temporary forced sabbatical. Let's make it fun!