When I worked at my previous job, I worked from home and didn't have any commute time to factor in so I found a yoga class that I quickly fell in love with. I made friends. I went consistently, almost every week. My yoga teacher knew me and what I could and could not do and was able to push me appropriately. I knew her. It made me better. When I got my current job a little over a year ago I had to let it go aside from attending sporadically. A couple times I even went in late because I needed that class. As my instructor said this morning in her last class before she heads to Portland, OR, it's not about the instructor or the space or the supplies. It's about the practice and carrying that in your heart. She's right. But that doesn't make it any easier to say goodbye. Yoga opens you up in many ways, including your heart. So, yes, I cried during class, I cried after as I gave Margo hugs, and I cried on my...