The “Weird Shit” Blog:
The 4-Minute Mirage and the Audacity of Listening
They say the universe rewards the prepared…
but today, the universe rewarded me with a trap.
It started with a betrayal.
I slept like a rock—the kind of deep, restorative sleep you only get once a quarter. Naturally, that meant both my body and my son were dragging the second the alarm hit, signaling the brutal end of Spring Break.
I popped my Glow capsule—praying for that tactical energy surge—and shoved us out the door into the cold reality of back to school.
Then I came home…
and that’s when the real “weird shit” started.
The 4-Minute Mirage
At 9:00 AM, I called the IRS.
I was already home, thinking I had a minute to handle this.
I expected the usual two-hour hold music—the kind that sounds like a dying synthesizer.
Instead?
Four minutes.
I should have known.
When the system answers that fast, they’re not ready to help…
they’re ready to rumble.
I started explaining the situation—my business name isn’t updating, the old information isn’t working, and the “rules” I was told to follow are currently failing me.
The response?
Talking over me.
Brushing me off.
Treating me like a glitch in her morning.
The “Aggression” Gaslight
When I finally said,
“Just stop talking and listen to what I need,”
the script flipped.
Suddenly, asking for a two-way conversation was labeled “aggressive behavior.”
She threatened to hang up.
Let’s pause there.
In 2026, tone policing has become a defense mechanism for broken systems—where your frustration becomes the issue… instead of the problem you’re trying to solve.
The Breakthrough (Standing Firm)
But here’s the lesson:
Stay calm…
but become a wall.
I didn’t take the bait.
I didn’t escalate.
And I didn’t shrink.
I held my ground.
And eventually?
She shifted.
She listened.
And just like that, the information appeared—
a new reason, a new hurdle… and of course, a new address.
From Policy to Power — The Reset
After that call… I needed a reset.
So I took a shower.
Slowed everything down.
And took the time to actually straighten my hair.
I looked in the mirror and—honestly?
I barely recognized the woman looking back.
My hair is getting so long it’s crazy… but it was more than that.
It was one of those “Who is this?” moments.
The kind where you realize…
you’ve finally grown into the person you were always meant to be.
And in that moment, I felt it—
how lucky… how supported… how aligned I am with the circle of people around me right now.
The Certified Shuffle
Then I headed to the Post Office.
Paying for Certified Mail.
Sending a physical letter.
To yet another address.
But this time… the energy felt different.
The woman at the counter was the sweetest human.
She treated my letter like it actually mattered—like I actually mattered.
And just like that…
the tension from the morning softened.
The Caffeine Shift
Next stop—coffee.
I ordered a White Chocolate Campfire at my favorite spot, and the girl at the window recognized me.
Last time, she complimented my tattoos and my car.
This time, I told her,
“You’re my favorite when I come here.”
She lit up.
Like… full glow.
And it hit me right there:
Kindness isn’t just a vibe—
it’s a currency. And it always comes back around.
Real Life, Still Moving
From there, I headed to see a special needs client.
Because life doesn’t pause for chaos…
it just keeps moving.
And later, I picked Evan up from college on the way home—
sliding right back into mom mode like I always do.
The Reality Check (When Life Hits Back)
And this is the part no one really talks about.
My heat has been out for weeks.
My brakes are about shot.
And I’ve been trying to figure out how to afford fixing it all without everything else falling apart.
Yesterday… everything came to a head.
Emotions were high.
Nothing was landing right.
And my mom and I were in it—like, really in it.
The kind of moment where everything feels heavy at once.
But today?
Today looked different.
She showed up.
She met me at my house so I could use her car while mine gets fixed.
And a long-time friend stepped in to help me get my car taken care of—like, truly saving me right now.
And that shift?
That matters.
Because life isn’t always one thing.
People aren’t always one version of themselves.
We can have hard moments…
and still show up for each other the next day.
So I drove her back home…
made it back in time to get Evan to therapy…
and kept going.
Because that’s what we do.
We feel it.
We move through it.
And we keep going anyway.
The Office: My Escape, My Breath
And then I walked into my office.
My space.
My reset.
The place where everything else quiets down…
and I can finally breathe.
And what unfolded there?
Three completely different sessions… all exactly what they needed to be.
• The Mom-Bear
We wrapped the session, and I pulled her into the biggest “Mom-Bear” hug.
Because sometimes, people don’t need advice—
they just need to be held long enough to remember their own worth.
• The Lifetime Plan
The second session turned into life talk, laughter, and real connection.
We ended up planning a sauna spa day—because even healers need a reset from the world’s chaos.
• The Final Breakthrough
The last client… this one shifted everything.
He finally surrendered.
And in that space, something opened.
We discovered we shared a very special mutual friend who passed a few years ago… and the energy in the room completely changed.
At the end, he looked at me and said:
“You truly are a healer. When I finally surrender, I feel what everyone talks about. I feel renewed. I get it now. I’ve always felt better… but I’d fight it. This is so freeing.”
The Verdict
I started the morning being called “aggressive” by a broken system…
moved through stress, support, and real-life chaos…
and ended the night being called a healer by someone who finally let go.
That contrast?
That’s the lesson.
Stand firm.
Stay grounded.
And don’t shrink just because life gets heavy.
The Closing Truth
I wouldn’t change this “weird shit” ride for anything.
Because every moment—
the pressure, the support, the breakdowns, the breakthroughs—
it’s all shaping exactly who I’m becoming.
And honestly?
I like her.
And just when I thought I was ending the day in my peaceful, aligned, “I like her” era…
I get a text from my bestie saying my mom farts just woke up the baby. Lmfao
I mean…Real Life
And this life really keeps me grounded.
