Zorro

I wasn’t even looking… and somehow I’m becoming her anyway

This whole day has been kind of a doozy.

And before we even get into it—

apparently I’m getting compared to Zorro right now because of my plasma fibroblast around my eyes…

And honestly?

I’ll take it.

That’s kind of a badass compliment if you ask me.

So yeah… we’re rolling with it. This is a Zorro day now.

I wake up this morning, same routine—

take my capsules, go potty, minding my own business…

…and out of nowhere—chaos.

My son is freaking the fuck out:

“Mom! I gotta get to school! Let’s go! LET’S GO!”

I’m like… I am mid-life right now, give me a second 😅

I barely finish and I’m already being rushed down the hallway…

and he and Parker are already outside waiting for me.

Calling me.

Texting me.

Like I’m not already moving fast enough.

Poor Parker… every time his human leaves, he gets all sad.

That dog feels everything.

I get back home and shift into my space.

Morning routine. Reset.

And today was an A day—

which means NAD… and y’all already know those are my favorite.

Glow Getter vitamins in,

vlog recorded,

nervous system grounded…

…and right back out the door.

Headed to Life Time—

and I gotta say this…

I love the way they do things there.

They don’t just crack you and send you on your way.

They actually work the body first—

massage, release, find the tension…

then adjust…

then give you exercises to actually correct it.

Like… they’re trying to fix the issue, not just temporarily quiet it.

And the energy of the person I’m working with?

Matches mine.

That matters more than people think—

because if you’ve been following me, you know my energy…

quick, witty, fast-paced—I move fast, and I need people who can meet me there.

I head back home,

finish editing my vlog,

get it posted…

and now it’s time to shift again.

Time to go see one of my medically fragile special needs clients.

And of course—because apparently I’m just walking around glowing lately—

my concierge lady catches me on the way out.

She wants to talk.

And normally? I’d give a few minutes.

But today…

I had to apologize and keep it moving.

Because sometimes you just don’t have the space—and that’s okay.

Still ended up being a few minutes late to my little guy’s house.

And honestly?

I do my best to be on time…

but let’s be real—

life is weird.

You do the best you can with what you have in that moment.

That’s it.

From there, I meet my son at Life Time to pick him up.

We grab lunch to go—

and as I’m walking out…

someone recognizes me.

Waving. Smiling. Excited.

Like genuinely excited they saw me.

And I had this moment like—

…is this really even my life right now?

Because something else has been happening too…

and I didn’t even realize it at first.

By just being me—showing up, sharing, doing my thing—

I’m starting to see it actually landing.

Little moments that make you pause and go—

okay… something’s happening.

And I even have receipts to prove it…

and I’m still trying to wrap my brain around it.

Like… what is even happening right now?

And honestly?

That feels better than anything I could’ve ever dreamed of.

And somewhere in the middle of all of that…

it hit

That little voice.

The mom guilt.

Because here I am—

working out,

spending money to take care of myself…

and there’s still that part of me that goes—

“Should you be doing this right now?”

But it’s not as heavy as it used to be.

And that is the growth.

Because now I understand—

If I don’t take care of myself…

I can’t run my house.

I can’t manage my business.

I can’t take care of other people.

And I definitely can’t show up fully

for my son…

or even his dog who feels everything.

Taking care of me

is taking care of them.

And then there’s this other layer…

I’ve been on a bit of an emotional roller coaster with a friend.

And if I’m being honest?

I create some of that myself.

Because I’m learning how to stand firm,

stay in my truth,

and not let the little shit get to me anymore.

But that in-between space?

It’s not easy.

I’ve outgrown the old version of me…

but this new version?

The skin still feels a little snug.

Like I’m still breaking it in.

But it’s getting better.

It’s starting to fit.

So I finally sit down to eat my salad and recoup…

and of course—

my phone starts going off.

A new potential client’s mom messaging me.

Another client messaging me.

And another one.

All at the same time.

And I’m just sitting there like—

can I eat for two seconds and process my life please? 😅

I try to reset.

Sit down. Read a little.

…and lose track of time.

Next thing I know—

Evan’s like:

“Mom, I gotta go to therapy.”

And I’m like… oh shit.

Now I’m rushing again.

Trying to get out the door to my office—

and somehow…

I make it.

Barely.

Because of course—

ambulance. Stoplight. Delay.

I walk in the door

one minute before my appointment starts.

Because this is real life.

This shit happens.

Thank goodness she knows me.

Knows us.

Understands the situation.

And somehow…

even being 10–15 minutes behind all day…

everything still worked out.

Beautifully.

My second client and I had a really deep conversation—

and now we’re planning to go hiking Sunday, weather permitting.

And I love that.

I love being in nature.

I love that my clients want to connect outside the office.

Because that means the work doesn’t just stay on the table—

it carries into real life.

And my last client…

we had a breakthrough.

I’ve been working with them on understanding how their anxiety shows up in the body—

how fast it moves,

how sensitive it is,

how quickly it reacts without awareness.

And today

We got their body to settle.

For a full five minutes.

Long enough for the muscles to finally let go.

Knots released.

Spine opened.

Even the tummy softened.

It was the coolest thing to watch.

That right there…

that’s why I do what I do.

Then I wrap up the night, head home—

and of course…

mother-son argument about the dog.

Typical.

Parker’s asking to go potty.

Evan’s trying to turn him into a human.

Make it make sense 😂

Now I’m making hamburgers,

gonna throw some fries in,

and call it a night.

And honestly?

I think I need my Sleepytime peptide tonight.

Because today was a lot.

A good lot.

A growing lot.

A real-life, Zorro kind of lot.

Sometimes life just works out…

because we finally had enough of our own shit

and got out of our own way.

Let that sink in.

And maybe that’s what all of this is…

The Zorro comments.

People noticing me.

The quiet shifts.

The growth.

The emotions.

I wasn’t even looking for any of it…

…and somehow, I’m becoming her anyway.

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