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It was a typical Monday morning, and the scent of lavender essential oil wafted through my small yoga studio, usually a calming presence, but today it did little to soothe my frayed nerves. I had just finished a sunrise vinyasa class, sweat still dripping down my back, when my phone buzzed incessantly—notifications piling up like fallen leaves in autumn. Clients were messaging about double-booked sessions, payments were failing, and the front desk was in chaos. I felt that all-too-familiar knot

That Tuesday morning still haunts me – waking up to seven missed calls and a professor's email screaming about a missed midterm paper. My stomach dropped like a stone in water. I'd scribbled the deadline in three different notebooks, set two phone alarms, and still drowned in the chaos of campus life. Sweat beaded on my forehead as I scrambled through crumpled syllabi, realizing my color-coded system was just organized delusion. For weeks, I'd been a ghost in my own education, missing lectures,

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