Tatum was the type to always love drowning herself into yoga. It was a lot better than the alternative that she had done for many years. After her brother's death it wasn't easy for her, and she resulted in finding the comfort in a few pills. This was causing such a downward spiral for her until she started to see a therapist. The suggestions usually had been a flop all but one. That had been channeling her sadness and anger into a workout of some form. She found this in YOGA. It was not even a hesitation for her when she was just starting her new career at Rosewood & Co. She was always the type to over work herself a trait she had gotten from her father. It was also something she loved and hated all the same. 

However, it was a big move to make but Tatum had purchased a small building a few blocks from her family's firm. This was her safe space. Her one place where she can go and not have to worry. She was able to be free so to speak and it made her feel at home. Things haven't always been easy for her and with her career she was often on edge. It didn't help that she was only filling her older brothers' shoes. She found solace in her little studio. She had it decked out in all of her favorite things that opened her mind to be clearer. She had a lot of nature paintings and some she had done herself, another little hobby of hers. Sometimes you would even find her staying the night there. She had a nice little office and room off to the side of the room she set up for yoga. Whenever she was here, she felt at her safest. A place to unwind and just really connect with herself through some intense yoga and meditation.