
04/06/2025
“Feral raccoon in a luxury rehab” pretty much sums it up.
After over a month of 12+ hour days, running on caffeine and chaos, I finally got 10 full hours of sleep—and I’m drinking coffee in bed like I’ve earned a damn medal.
Studio expansion? In full on progress.
Creative classes written and taught? Yep.
Training new instructors, hiring more, learning to run a fully functioning business like someone who knows wtf they’re doing, networking, trying to emotionally supporting every beautiful soul who walks through my doors… while my husband was out of town for a chunk of it? You bet.
Toss in a medical scare this week and the emotional gut punch of my baby boy turning 19 and graduating high school in a month—my heart feels like it’s being quietly shredded behind the scenes.
Cue the total meltdown after slamming into an emotional and physical brick wall at 300mph.
So today? I’m not getting out of this bed until I feel like it.
This coffee is hot, the bed is cozy, and this moment is sacred.
I love what I do. I really do. I feel lucky every single day—but even passion needs a pause. And even high-functioning humans need a soft place to land.
Reminder: You never know what someone’s juggling. Be kind—to others and to yourself.
And if you need me, I live here now. (For a while at least)
❤️ ⌛️