Coolant & Control

I thought I was just running errands… I wasn’t

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I started my day like I always do.

Parker and I dropped Evan off at school.

Came home. Hit my non-negotiables—my Glow Getter routine.

Recorded my vlog.

It’s the one thing I don’t skip.

The one thing that keeps me grounded no matter what’s going on.

And today is my favorite day of the week—

NAD day.

And thank God I did both.

Because I had no idea what the rest of the day had planned for me.

After that, I headed to Life Clinic.

Massage. Adjustment. New strengthening exercise.

And when I left there…

my hips felt so good.

Like everything was finally lining up.

Like my body and my day were working with me for once.

I felt clear.

Calm.

In flow.

The plan was simple—

go home, shower, reset, head to my client.

But life had other plans.

I got home—and that’s how I knew maintenance was there.

Fixing my washing machine so it stops leaking,

fixing my ceiling fan so it doesn’t drop on me in the middle of the night,

fixing my screens because the tree outside decided to tear them up.

So the shower?

Out of the question.

so, I sat down and kept working on my All About Me page.

The story behind 888 Spa MN.

How it was built.

Where it actually came from.

Not the polished version—

the real one.

And while I was sitting there writing it…

I just kept going.

Like something in me needed to get it out.

I didn’t realize it at the time,

but I was already being slowed down.

Already being made to pause.

Eventually, I head out to my client.

Somewhere in the middle of all that, I’m texting him.

Just normal conversation.

And then—about a mile and a half, maybe two miles from my client’s house—

my low coolant light comes on.

At first, I brush it off.

I knew I had a small leak.

Didn’t think much of it.

But then the warning changes.

Coolant critically low. Engine overheating.

And just like that…

everything shifts.

Now I’m not calm.

Now I’m shaking.

I’m doing that quick internal calculation—

how far am I from somewhere safe,

how long do I have before this turns into something worse.

I’m talking to my car at this point like

“just get me there… just get me there…”

No smoke yet.

Still driving.

Barely.

I make it to the truck stop.

Pull in.

Throw it in park.

And my body finally catches up.

I’m shaking like a fucking leaf.

But here’s the part that hit me the hardest—

it wasn’t the car.

It wasn’t the coolant.

It was what I had to do next.

Call him.

Did I have to?

No.

I could’ve called a tow.

Could’ve figured it out on my own like I always do.

But I knew.

This was one of those moments.

The kind where you either stay in your pattern…

or you face it.

And for whatever reason—

this man does something to my nervous system I don’t fully understand.

Not unsafe.

Not wrong.

It’s like my system just shuts down.

And I have to fight my way back to myself.

Because if you’ve been following me—you know I’m quick.

I move fast. I go 100.

But around him?

I freeze.

So sitting there, in a truck stop parking lot—

I made the call.

And yeah… my body felt it.

But I didn’t back out.

The irony?

Earlier that day he had texted me asking when I could fit him in.

Said he couldn’t wait that long.

Funny how life works…

Because a couple hours later—

he didn’t have to wait at all.

He got there, figured it out quick—like a boss.

Ordered the part.

Dropped me back off at home while we waited for it to come in.

And something in me knew…

I needed to rest.

So I took a shower.

Put on a cute outfit.

Did my hair and makeup.

Then took Parker for a walk.

Just… existing for a minute.

Letting my body come back down.

And right before he came back to pick me up—

I hit my limit for a second.

I asked my son to run to the pop machine and grab me a Mountain Dew…

because yeah—

it was just one of those days.

And when he came back, I thought he wasn’t able to get it.

And something in me just… snapped.

I screamed—loud.

Like “UGHHH SERIOUSLY?!” loud.

The kind that probably could’ve woke the neighbors up if they were sleeping.

And then…

I started laughing.

Because at that point—

what else are you gonna do?

He picked me back up.

We grabbed the part.

And within minutes—

the hose that blew out was replaced.

Just like that.

Seriously… my angel.

I hopped back in my car.

Drove home.

And now I’m sitting here…

processing this whole day.

Writing this.

This is exactly why I call it the Weird Shit Blog.

Because these are the kinds of things you just can’t make up.

And when I really sit with it—

this wasn’t about my car.

It was about control.

About how natural it feels for me to handle everything on my own…

and how unfamiliar it still feels to let someone show up for me.

But I did.

And he did too.

And maybe that’s the part that matters most.

If your nervous system needs a place to exhale, I offer trauma-informed massage, head spa treatments, and advanced skincare at 888 Spa MN—where real life and real healing meet.