Today was full.
Client to client, running around, getting things done… but I wasn’t rushing through it like I normally would.
Everything just moved.
And I moved with it.
Morning started the way it’s been lately—glow routine, protein coffee, first client. One of my medically fragile clients, so I was grounded right out the gate.
Then I went to Life Time for barre and yeah… that class did what it needed to do.
There were a few moments my body had to tap out. Those balls under the knees humbled me real quick… we’re still working on that.
After class, I found myself talking to the instructor.
Not because I had to. I just wanted to.
It didn’t feel like a big deal while it was happening, but later I caught it.
That’s not something I usually do.
From there I ran home, grabbed Parker, and brought him in for his spa day.
Came back home and worked on my memoir for a bit. It’s actually coming together in a way I can feel now.
Got another story up on Substack.
My website still needs work, but I didn’t turn it into pressure. I’ll get to it.
Somewhere in between all of that, driving from place to place, I had music on.
And I was singing.
Like really singing. Out loud. Fully in it.
I didn’t even think about it until I was already doing it.
And it kind of hit me in the middle of it…
I haven’t felt that in a while.
Picked Parker up, headed to my next clients—medically fragile, special needs.
The kind of work where you actually have to be present.
And I was.
Not all over the place. Not distracted.
Just there with them.
Later I met a client back at Life Time for a spa night.
Dinner, good conversation… and then the cold plunge.
Now cold and my body do not get along. Raynaud’s makes it intense.
But I got in.
Further than I ever have. Almost to my hips.
And I stayed for about 30 seconds.
That was enough for me.
I didn’t need to push it further. I just needed to go further than I have before.
And I did.
Now I’m home, showered, sitting here writing this.
And I’m proud of myself.
Also… I’m over here playing with the whiskers growing on my chin.
Being in my 40s and hormones… that shit’s real.
I can’t wait to finish this so I can go pluck these damn whiskers because they’re seriously not hot.
Welcome to my life.
Real Life, No Filters
This is actually my real life.
I had to re-analyze my day like ten times thinking I missed something… because things were so smooth and easy today.
If you know me—if you’ve followed me or know my story—nothing about my life has ever been this easy.
If your nervous system needs a place to exhale, I offer trauma-informed massage, head spa, and advanced skin care at 888 Spa in Apple Valley, Minnesota.
