I lost my voice for two days this week. Planning a conference for 400 people for the past 10 months and then surviving it all means that sometimes your body needs to scream "you need a break, woman!" So my voice was gone. Not being able to clearly communicate was difficult and frustrating. I went to a class at Misfit and felt isolated on my mat, unable to communicate with the others in the room. Instead of trying to talk to my husband, I would text him sentences as he sat with me in the same room. But losing my voice was also a gift. To learn to listen more, to choose what words are of most importance and to be content in the silence.