Jet Speed, Mom Mode, Chief of Chaos
I got up, took a quick shower, ran my kid to school.
And somewhere in that drive, Jet Speed Mom got called out.
He told me he walks to class at a normal pace.
I looked at him like…
“Are you sure that’s enough time?”
And that’s when he said it—
“Yes mom, not everyone’s jet speed like you.”
I’m dying laughing. Fair.
Came home, did my Glow Getter routine—my nonnegotiable—, took my NAD, packed my wagon to refill my fridge, and ran out the door.
Jet speed from the start.
And at 8:30 AM, I was already hands-on.
But this wasn’t just any client.
I was teaching.
Teaching a woman how to take care of her man in between sessions with me.
Actually walking her through it while I was working.
And honestly… it was one of the most amazing experiences.
It took me right back to my teaching days when I was a massage instructor.
It felt so natural.
It felt so good.
But this time—I was doing it my way.
Because this is where things are shifting.
I’m not just doing the work anymore—I’m teaching people how to support each other in between sessions.
That’s a whole different level.
From there, the day didn’t slow down.
Four clients. Back to back.
Laundry going. Disinfecting. Sanitizing. Resetting the room like I always do—because that matters.
No shortcuts.
Chief Crazy Lady
Somewhere in the middle of all that, life threw in a 3PM situation.
It was supposed to be a simple phone call to take care of something.
Canceled. Backed out. Other people involved.
Cool.
This is where Chief Crazy Lady made a brief appearance.
Not in a chaotic way.
In a “we’re getting this handled” kind of way.
The woman I was working with actually calls me that—not as an insult, but because I don’t back down, I stay grounded, and I help people figure things out when it matters.
And this time?
She used the tools she had been given.
We both stayed calm.
We worked through it.
And we got it resolved.
No spiraling. No overreacting. No unnecessary energy.
Just handled.
Refueling & Re-Grounding
Somewhere in between all of that, I was refueling—
Nuts, sea salt, lemon and lime juice, coconut water, potato salad, two hard-boiled eggs.
Real fuel. Not just running on fumes.
On my way into yoga, I ran into my nail tech.
We finished talking and she goes, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I just stared at her for a second like… wait, what?
Jet speed brain had me thinking my appointment was tomorrow in that moment…
Even though it’s not.
I know exactly when it is—two weeks from now.
I laughed and said, “I’m sorry, I’m clearly in my own head living in my own world per usual.”
And honestly… accurate.
Release
Then I went into my 5:30 yoga class.
Because by that point, my body was holding everything I didn’t say, everything I processed, everything I chose not to react to.
And I know better now.
Being regulated doesn’t mean nothing happens.
It means everything can happen… and I still come back to myself.
By the end of yoga, I almost had my left leg to my head.
My right leg and I… we’re still negotiating.
My yoga class literally kicked my butt—both feet to the booty.
What an amazing feeling.
Now I’m all energized and can take care of the last few things that need to be handled before I lay my head down tonight.
Reflective Thoughts from Today
Because today was one of those days where everything was moving fast, a little chaotic, a little funny, a little deep—
And in the past, I would’ve said, “Wilson, get your shit together.”
Instead… I just moved through it.
Stayed authentic.
Growth looks different.
This is what regulation and integration actually looks like in real life.
Not perfect. Not calm all day.
Just choosing yourself over and over again while life is happening in real time.
My memoir has officially started—first stories are up.
Substack is live and linked.
Everything is in one place again—same spot you’ll find my wellness partners, Glow Getter routine, Ellie MD, and what I actually use and stand behind.
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.
