Pterodactyl Pig

Nonnegotiable first. Daily Glow Getter routine handled. Since today is Monday that meant NAD morning too. Vlog is up and posted and now we can finally get into the nitty-gritty of this blog because y’all… I’m sorry it’s been a couple days. I was out here actually living life.

And honestly I think that’s part of why this blog is gonna hit different.

Because somewhere over this insane weekend I finally discovered what peace inside of a home actually feels like. Not a house. Not a place to sleep. Not survival mode. Not walking on eggshells. I mean actual peace. Safety. Protection. Comfort. The feeling of your nervous system fully exhaling without even realizing it’s been holding its breath for years.

And damn… I don’t think I had ever truly experienced that before until Saturday night.

That realization kind of rocked me in the best possible way.

Like seriously how do you even explain finally understanding what “home” feels like at almost 40 years old? Because once you feel it you can’t unfeel it. It changes something in you.

But before we get too deep and emotional we absolutely need to discuss the reason this blog is titled Pterodactyl Pig.

So one of my girlfriends comes in for a massage and per usual I’m running behind every single time she comes in. At this point it’s honestly tradition. So I’m sitting there laughing and apologizing while flapping my arms around doing what somehow turned into a full blown pterodactyl dance…

…and then I start snort laughing like an actual pig.

Like y’all this is the kind of shit you truly cannot make up.

I was literally a flying pig dinosaur hybrid in the middle of my spa.

But honestly after the week she had she needed my goofy ass energy and apparently I needed it too because we were absolutely dying laughing.

Then somewhere in the middle of all of this emotional chaos and pterodactyl pig behavior I went to a dance show that one of my special needs clients invited me to.

And y’all…

I absolutely bawled my eyes out in public.

Like full emotional release tears.

It was one of the most beautiful experiences I’ve had in such a long time and honestly I think my nervous system just finally cracked open. Watching everybody perform, seeing the joy, the courage, the happiness, the support in the room… it hit something deep inside of me.

I don’t even think I realized how badly I needed that kind of emotional release until it happened.

This entire weekend was honestly jam packed with experiences I’ve never experienced before and I’m still processing all of it.

And now in exactly 10 minutes I have to head out the door for heated yoga because it’s Tyler’s class and I freaking love Tyler.

I may never have taken yoga before meeting him but seriously his classes are amazing. My energy is raw, real, authentic, loud, emotional, goofy as hell and somehow this man manages to match that energy while still keeping the room peaceful in the same way I do inside my spa room.

That balance is rare.

I’m telling y’all his classes are next level in my eyes. We all need different things from instructors and spaces but his classes are what this girl needs.

I genuinely miss them when I can’t attend.

Usually I get to make it about three Mondays a month and every single time I leave feeling different than when I walked in.

Honestly maybe that’s the entire point of this season of my life.

Finally finding spaces, people, experiences and moments that make my nervous system feel safe enough to soften instead of survive.

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.