You know those days that feel like three days crammed into one? Where time is a suggestion, the snow is vertical, and you’re vibrating on a frequency of pure growth? That was today.
After years of hard work, setting boundaries, and refusing to shrink myself, I’m finally seeing the seeds I planted come to fruition. It is so freaking freeing to stand 100% in my authenticity.
The "Aha" Moment at Caribou
I’ve spent years dreaming of being that woman. You know the one: driving the baby light blue Range Rover, sipping her Caribou, living her best life. Today, as I pulled up, it hit me: I am her. But being "her" doesn't mean being perfect. When the sweet barista asked if I needed a coffee holder, my brain literally unplugged from my face. The words wouldn't come. I just started laughing and finally blurted out, "I’m so sorry, sometimes my brain doesn't allow my mouth to speak." She didn't judge. She beamed. She admitted her brain does the same thing. As she walked away, she turned back with the most genuine smile and said, "By the way, your car is so cute—and so are you." Validation from a stranger? Top-tier dopamine hit.
Sensory Wins & Salon Magic
As a mom to an autistic son, the "wins" hit differently. I gave him a head treatment today at the salon. If you know anything about sensory processing, you know treatments can be a gamble—they can be totally overloading. His verdict? "My head feels clean." My heart absolutely melted. I also navigated the "new client jitters." I’m awkward with new people because I don’t do surface-level; I build true relationships so we can create safe boundaries. We’re there to do the real work: releasing trauma. Our bodies hold it in our muscles, our nervous system, and our fascia. It’s all connected. I’ve lived through what I have so I can better serve my clients. Apparently, my brand of "awkward-but-authentic" works—she’s already booked her next session. I bossed it.
The "No-Show" Blessing
Living in Minnesota, a snowstorm usually means high anxiety. When a reliable client didn't show, I started internally freaking out. I know my people; I know their behaviors. This wasn't like her. But the universe had a weird plan:
• The Pivot: I ran into my nail tech in the hall.
• The Result: She's the sweetest woman ever. She helped me fix my big toe and pampered my feet.
• The Relief: My client finally messaged. She was safe at home; she had the text typed out but just forgot to hit "send."
We’re human. We’re messy. We forget to hit send.
Dancing in the Drift
On my walk home from the salon, I didn't just walk—I danced. The roads were slippery and the snow was coming down, but I just took my time and soaked it in. There’s a peace in fresh snow that you can’t explain; you can only feel it. It’s refreshing. It’s a reminder that sometimes, after all the hard work and the boundary-setting and the trauma-releasing, you just have to get out there and let it snow on you.
Today’s Lesson: All those seeds I've been planting for years? They aren't just sprouting; they're blooming. And they look damn good from the driver's seat of a light blue Rover.
