The 5:15 AM Alarm, the 35-Year Release, and the Snow That Turned My Office Lights On: Another Day in the Weird Shit Files

My day started at 5:15 AM with the sound of good intentions and a vibrating couch.

My son Evan had set an alarm to walk the dog and shower—neither of which happened—but my bedroom is connected to the living room, so I was the one left staring at the ceiling in the dark.

By 8 AM, I finally crawled out of bed and into my routine: the Glow Getter, multivitamins, collagen, and peptides. Then I rushed out the door to spend 30 minutes setting up my office before my 9:30 AM client arrived.

The White Light

I’ve seen this client for ten years. Usually her body is a fortress—we negotiate with her muscles like it’s a high-stakes hostage situation.

But today something different happened.

As we were chatting, a flickering white light appeared out of nowhere. It was absolutely beautiful. By the end of the session, her hips, shoulders, and neck were in the most complete alignment I had ever seen.

The shift seemed to start right when those lights began to flicker.

Coincidence? Maybe.

But it was one of those moments that makes you pause and think, well that was interesting.

The Karma Payback

I went home to tackle the laundry mountain and ended up pulling off a small heist.

I snuck my son’s friend into the hallway while my son was completely oblivious. One “I’m here” text later, my kid opened the door and nearly jumped out of his soul.

But the best part came a few minutes later.

While I was still doing laundry, his friend asked him where his computer was. Evan had apparently hidden it underneath the couch for reasons only Evan understands. My son’s a little quirky, but his friend immediately called him out on it.

And honestly?

That might have been the best validation I’ve gotten all week.

After that 5:15 AM wake-up call, the whole moment was deeply satisfying.

The Drive & The IRS Boss Fight

Then the day shifted.

I had to leave to see one of my medically fragile special-needs clients. They are a piece of my heart, and I’d go anywhere for them.

It had snowed earlier that morning, but by the time I hit the road the ice was gone and the weather was beautiful. It felt like a perfect little window of mercy—especially since my car currently has zero heat.

Back at home, reality tried to ruin the vibe.

I spent 45 minutes trying to schedule a 20-minute eye appointment because the receptionist didn’t believe my medical history.

Then I went back to my ongoing death match with the IRS.

I’ve called them 52 times since December.

Today’s wait time? 65 minutes.

I don’t have an hour to sit in a digital waiting room when my schedule is jam-packed. So I hung up and decided to fight that battle again tomorrow.

Because of their delay, I’m not getting paid for some of my hardest work until they fix their system.

At some point, all you can do is laugh.

The Shift & The 6:30 Release

My 4 PM client has been a regular for a long time, but today’s session was the most unique we’ve ever had. The energy in the room was just different.

But the why of the whole day showed up at 6:30 PM with a new client.

I showed up as my authentic, unfiltered self. What followed felt like the release of 35 years of stored trauma and stress. Her whole body shook as decades of tension started letting go.

I stood there present and strong, holding space until she was back in her body, calm and new.

She looked at me and said, “I guess it isn’t any coincidence that I ended up here.”

The Mic Drop

To top it off, my girlfriend ran to Sam’s for me and met me after work to refill the water for my clients.

As we stood outside talking about something incredibly profound and serious, the temperature suddenly dropped and it started snowing out of nowhere.

At the exact same moment the snow started, the light in my office came on.

The second we finished our conversation, the snow stopped.

And at that exact same moment… the office light shut off.

I just stood there looking at the building thinking,

Did that really just happen?

The Takeaway

The day was beautiful, chaotic, magical, frustrating, and hilarious all at the same time.

But here’s the truth:

I am mentally, physically, and spiritually strong enough now to handle the weird shit.

Because I know I survived everything it took to get here.

And somehow, all of it led me exactly where I’m supposed to be.

If your nervous system needs a place to exhale, I offer trauma-informed massage, head spa treatments, and advanced skin care at 888 Spa in Apple Valley, Minnesota.