Before my solo trip to Atlanta, the mom guilt was real . I questioned whether I should even go. Was it selfish to want a break? Was I being a bad mom for craving time alone? That inner voice was loud — reminding me of everything waiting at home, the routines I’d be disrupting, the meals I wouldn’t be cooking. But beneath all that noise was another truth: my mind was overloaded. I needed space to breathe. And the universe gave me a nudge — or maybe a sign — when I left my dri