Welcome to the Weird Shit

Y’all, I don’t even know how I’m keeping my life straight lately, but somehow I am.

The day started at 4:15 this morning when Evan called me to come pick him up from work. We grabbed McDonald’s on the way home, I came back, caught a little nap, got up around 7:30, did my Glow Getter routine, filmed my morning vlog, and got my first client on the table by 8:30. Somewhere in there I managed to get all my work laundry done too. I was standing there staring at my HeadSpa setup thinking, well shit, I need to figure that out this weekend too.

Business has been absolutely wild lately, but in the best possible way. I got another NAD client started, my Glow clients have been checking in with amazing results, and one husband told his wife, “I don’t care what it takes, I’ve never seen you glow like this.” I love hearing things like that because it’s not about me. It’s watching people get pieces of themselves back.

I also realized I have almost everything figured out behind the scenes now. Payroll for Klara is about the last thing left. Once that’s done, we’ll be able to launch her services, get her books open, and get everything rolling. I’m honestly so excited for her. It feels really special when somebody trusts you enough to let you mentor them. And the crazy thing is, if everything keeps moving the way it’s moving, I might be ready to bring on a massage therapist in the next few months too. A year ago I would’ve thought that sounded completely insane.

One of the funniest things that happened today came from a client’s mom. She peeks around the corner, drops her head, looks directly at my butt and says, “Girl, you finally got a booty and it’s sure looking good.”

Listen.

Women know.

If another woman notices your butt, your butt is officially doing something right. I don’t make the rules.

Then later I was watching my morning vlog back and something hit me differently than it normally does. Usually when we look at ourselves, we immediately see everything that still needs work. Today I noticed how radiant my skin looked, how long my hair is getting, and how gorgeous my eyes looked. For a second I just sat there thinking, holy shit.

I think we’re so hard on ourselves that sometimes we don’t actually see ourselves the way everyone else sees us. Today felt like one of the first times I started to see what other people have been seeing all along.

Then my brother texted and told me my cousins were in town and wanted me to come meet them for dinner. Before I left, I took Parker outside and one of the neighborhood dogs decided Parker looked like he should be on the dinner menu. Thankfully everybody was fine, but Sir Parker had a more exciting evening planned than I did.

I get to the pub and my food is already sitting there waiting for me. We’re playing pull tabs, chatting, catching up, and all of a sudden I keep noticing people looking at me. Not people I see regularly. People from my past. People from a job I haven’t worked at in over four years. You could see them doing the double take, looking, walking away, then looking again trying to figure out if it was actually me. And honestly, I get it. A lot can change in four years. The best part was I could hear them talking about me and trying to figure it out, and all I could do was sit there and laugh. Then somebody I had cut out of my life walked by giving me looks. A few years ago I probably would’ve overthought that. This time I just thought it was funny.

As everybody was getting ready to leave, my poor cousin’s truck decided it no longer wanted to participate in society. It was throwing a code and every single thing they tried wasn’t working. I had paperwork waiting for me at home, so I couldn’t stay, but thankfully my brother was there and nobody got stranded.

I got home, finished working on some paperwork, climbed into bed, and then out of absolutely nowhere a client’s mom FaceTimed me.

Now here’s the funny part.

This woman has seen me multiple times with pink hair and my Marilyn Monroe piercing.

Multiple.

Yet somehow tonight was the night she noticed both of them. The very first thing she starts talking about is my piercing and my pink hair like they had just magically appeared overnight.

I swear sometimes life makes absolutely no sense.

And then, because apparently we weren’t done yet, I ended up arguing with AI because it kept trying to write my Weird Shit Blog while I was still trying to log my Weird Shit events.

Between Evan’s overnight work schedule, growing the business, bringing on my first practitioner, preparing for Reiki attunements, random fox sightings, Parker almost becoming dinner, broken trucks, surprise FaceTimes, and arguing with artificial intelligence, I honestly don’t know what timeline I’m living in anymore.

But you know what?

It’s a pretty good one.

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.