You Know What You Know

I wasn’t even looking… and it found me

I didn’t post yesterday… so we’re starting there.

Sunday, I stepped into something new—plasma fibroblast training.

And of course… I went all in and had it done around my own eyes.

Monday?

Day two.

If you know, you know.

That’s peak swelling. Not cute. Not subtle. Just real life.

But I still got up.

Did my glow routine.

Recorded my vlog.

Handled my nonnegotiables.

Then I slowed down for a minute before heading into my office for a 90-minute massage.

And somewhere in that session… things shifted.

My client and I started talking—not just surface level—but real vision talk. Expansion. Different directions. Bigger moves.

So I reached out to someone I trust I knew would have answers.

Because when you know someone sees at a certain level… you don’t hesitate.

While we were talking, I sent a picture of the truck I’m manifesting for my next move.

Time stamp?

4:11

You can’t make this shit up.

Right after I sent that picture, I texted them:

I need to move quicker.

I need to work harder.

Later that night, I got this nudge—like go check your collaboration folder.

I didn’t even know I had a collaboration folder… but something told me to go find it.

I had no idea what was sitting in there.

Companies reaching out.

Affiliations. Collaborations.

Some offering up to 30% commission.

Like… what is this?

Is this even my real life?

Now let’s talk about today.

Woke up.

Vlog.

Glow routine.

Nonnegotiable.

Then I headed to the Life Time clinic because I’ve been hearing amazing things about one of the chiropractors there, so a week ago I scheduled the appointment.

And what I saw… I loved.

They started out super professional—like you’d expect.

But then something shifted.

I watched the tension leave their body in real time.

They relaxed.

They met me where I was at.

And that’s the coolest thing to me…

By me just showing up as myself—fully authentic—it created space for them to do the same.

No walls. No performance. Just real.

There’s something about that.

From there, I went to my office.

One-hour massage.

Ninety-minute massage.

Another one-hour massage.

Then a small break.

Normally, my girl and I go live every other Tuesday at 7.

But between the emotional waves I’ve been moving through and my eyes still healing…

We chose something different.

We chose each other.

She has some scars she’s been wanting to work on, so tonight we started microneedling them.

And I’m not even kidding…

I could already see the tissue starting to shift.

Melt. Release. Respond.

I know what microneedling did for my scars… so I’m excited to see where this goes for her.

And then… it got interesting.

We were talking about someone I trust, and as we were parting ways, that’s when I felt the energy shift.

I asked her if she felt it.

She said, “Maybe… but I’m not sure.”

We kind of laughed about it as I was walking off.

Then as she’s driving off, she starts blasting the song that reminds me of that same person.

As I’m getting further away, she texts me—lol.

I knew exactly what she was talking about.

Then she said, “I’m helping send that energy.”

I get home.

Snuggle in.

Open Facebook.

That same exact person?

Reacted to one of my posts at the exact same time she was blasting that song.

Same moment. Same energy.

So I screenshot it and sent it like—

“Yo… is this real right now? Or am I losing it?”

And she goes,

“No girl, this is real. You’ve always been in tune—you just don’t have the noise anymore. You know what you know.”

Because yeah… it’s already been an insane week—but in the best way.

The biggest blessing I got from having complex PTSD is now, being on the other side of healing… even though I’m still in it.

I still overthink

I still obsess.

I still have moments where I have to sit there and look at the facts because trusting myself doesn’t always come easy yet.

But it’s sharpened everything.

I’ve learned how to integrate it.

How to discern through it.

And that’s what’s helped me build the business I have now—and move toward where I’m going.

It taught me awareness before things happen.

It taught me how to feel without words.

To recognize shifts without proof.

And instead of letting it break me like it could have…

It paused me.

And something inside of me kept nudging me to face myself in that mirror—and to keep fucking going.

So I did.

I fought through it.

I flipped the script.

And now it’s one of my greatest strengths.

It’s not a weakness.

It’s not just a story.

It’s truly a gift.

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.