How has it already been almost 3 months?
Here we are—almost three months into my move to Florida. I’m finally settling into a groove… and at the same time, realizing how much I still don’t know.
The exciting part? I can officially get from my house to the gym… and from my house to Sprouts… without GPS 😂
That’s it. Everywhere else? Still very much a “map required” situation.
Life has been full, fast, and honestly a little chaotic in the best way.
When I got back from Minnesota, I got wrecked—full-on taken out for about four days. “Down” for me still meant I made it to the gym, just at a much lower capacity… and then slept for like 15 hours after. Thank God for peptides, the sun, and Upgrade Labs (their energy bed and PEMF blanket are lifesavers). I bounced back pretty quickly, but those few days were rough.
Massive sinus pressure—like my head was in a vice grip. Sneezing nonstop, blowing my nose every five minutes, completely off balance. One day I was so out of it that I literally hit myself in the face with a barbell doing push presses. My brain just didn’t send the “move your face” signal fast enough… and the bar came right up under my chin 😅
It hurt—but honestly, everything already hurt, so it just blended into the chaos.
I cannot wait for summer.
Ocean time. Sun. Salt water. Long beach days.
Although… I still don’t know when I’m going to find time for that. It’s hard to spend a full day at the beach when Charlie is at home in a kennel. And speaking of Charlie…
He has officially started digging massive holes all over the backyard to lay in and keep cool—and it’s not even that hot yet. So… we’ll see how summer goes for him 😂
Work-wise, things are moving. I’m making friends at the gym, building connections, and working my butt off to spread the word about Trident Peptide Technologies. Playing the Google game has been… interesting—especially when you can’t even say the word “peptides” without getting flagged.
We’re growing slowly, but it’s all word of mouth and referrals—which honestly says everything. People love what we do, and that matters more than anything.
A friend of mine, Avo (David Wolfe), will be in Florida at the end of March for a three-day conference. He reached out and asked if I’d be there to help and hang with the crew. I spent some time with him in Canada back in November—he’s the best. Just a genuinely cool human. I’m really looking forward to that—meeting new people, making connections, and learning.
And… I drive. A lot.
I now fully understand Florida traffic. It is awful.
Within my little 12-minute bubble of gym, work, and MMS—it’s fine. But outside of that? Wild.
It takes me 1 hour and 50 minutes to get to martial arts… and sometimes up to 3 hours and 20 minutes to get home.
The other day I was driving back and legitimately added “buy a helicopter and hire a pilot” to my needs list 😂
At this point… it might be worth it. I could train four days a week instead of two.
From the end of March through October, life is about to go full speed:
End of March: Avo’s conference
April: 8K charity run with the MMS community for New Hope for Kids
April: Back to Minnesota for clients
May: Toronto
June: Minnesota again (Ainsleigh’s graduation, K3, clients)
End of June / July: Ainsleigh comes to Florida for two weeks ❤️
August: Back to Toronto for martial arts training
October: Minnesota for K4
Summer is going to fly.
And honestly… Florida?
I love it.
It’s warm—but not always hot. Today was 65 and sunny. For me, that’s cold… but also perfect. It’s the kind of day where you actually get things done instead of laying in the sun all day.
The people here are just… happier. It’s rare to have a negative interaction. The sun is out, and people feel it. It changes everything.
I was talking to a guy at the gym today—no idea what his name is (he’s from Brazil and his accent is so thick I couldn’t understand him when he told me 😅). He told me I’m like a “box of surprises.”
Apparently, the combination of lifting heavy, shooting, martial arts, and deep spiritual work isn’t something people here see often. I get a lot of:
“Who are you?”
“Where did you come from?”
And somehow, a simple “hi” always turns into a 20-minute deep, random, life conversation.
And I love that.
There’s so much to do here. So much nature. So many opportunities.
Yesterday, one of my peptide and nutrition clients from Minnesota was in Orlando and stopped by the salon to say hi. It was so good to see her in person, catch up, and actually connect face-to-face instead of through a screen.
Moments like that remind me why I do all of this.
Still building. Still adjusting. Still figuring it out.
But we’re moving.
And it feels right.
our nightly chill outside time
always tryng to cool down
First Trip Back to Minnesota — WOWZERS.
How has it already happened… my first trip back to Minnesota since moving south?
What a wild, full, eye-opening five days.
Let’s start with the obvious — I did not enjoy the cold. Not even a little. But what I did love were the people — the hugs, the conversations, the reconnections, seeing my clients, and getting to “work” again in the space where my business was built.
I was bummed I couldn’t fit everyone in, but I saw 22 clients in 4 days, and those were long, full, beautiful days. The kind of days where you crawl into bed completely exhausted and completely fulfilled at the same time.
Hair clients ✔️
Peptides flying out the door ✔️
Spaces energetically cleared ✔️
It flowed exactly how I had envisioned these return trips working.
So the plan is set — I’ll be heading back every 6–7 weeks for now.
Next up: April and June.
One thing that really hit me while being back — I didn’t leave Minnesota because there’s anything wrong with it. So many people I love are there and it’s still home for them. But for me, the trip was pure validation.
Within a day I was stuffy, felt like I was getting sick, and my energy tanked. I was so lazy 😂 — it is way harder to get things done in the cold when your body is used to sunshine and being outside year-round.
That was my confirmation. Not an insight — a validation.
I’ve outgrown that environment, and that’s okay. It served such a huge, beautiful purpose in my life. It built my business, my strength, my community — and now I get to carry all of that with me while living in a place that supports the next version of me.
Also… BRIM. 😀
I ate at Brim multiple times and I regret nothing.
Someone needs to open one in Orlando because clearly it would thrive and I would be their number one customer.
Right in the middle of all of this was K2 (Hermetic Kabbalah) — an all-day deep dive that completely cracked something open inside of me.
The study of the self.
The study of God.
The study of life… and the afterlife.
Not as concepts — but as lived, embodied understanding.
A space to understand, to heal, to release, and to evolve in ways I didn’t even know were possible.
This journey of knowing thyself is, to me, why I’m here — in this human meat suit — to outgrow programming, to move beyond limitations, to become better and brighter every single day, and to share that light so others know there is another way.
It’s hard.
It’s uncomfortable.
Sometimes it’s painful.
And it is always worth it.
I got back to Orlando at midnight, stepped out of the airport, took a deep breath, and instantly felt it in my body:
Home.
The warm air.
Charlie waiting for me.
And an 80° sunny day ahead.
After five days of cold, that moment felt like pure alignment.
So this is the new rhythm:
Minnesota every couple of months
Florida as home base
Continued growth
Continued evolution
Continued service
Different from the old life — but more me than anything has ever been.
And that’s what this whole Southbound journey has been about.
Not just changing locations.
But becoming.
🌴 Two Months in Florida… How Is That Even Real?! 🌴
How has it already been two months since I packed up my life, pointed my car south, and stepped into this wild Florida chapter? It honestly feels like I just got here… and at the same time like I’ve lived a lifetime in these past eight weeks.
It has been go, go, go from the moment I arrived. Between work, training, building Makes You Stronger and Trident, learning new roads, finding my rhythm in a new city, and soaking up every second of sunshine I can — there hasn’t been much time left for all the exploring I keep talking about. And there is so much to explore.
We had that random stretch of cold (Florida… explain yourself 😅), which slowed down my grand plans of springs, hiking, swimming in crystal-clear water, tanning, and long, slow, relaxed days outside. Right now it’s still a little too cold for me to fully commit to the water — but it’s officially on the list. I’ve been told over and over that I have to experience the springs, so maybe that becomes a summer adventure when someone comes to visit and we make a whole day of it.
Work is good — and getting better. I have clients (which feels amazing), and I genuinely love the girls I work with. That alone makes such a difference in my day-to-day life.
Most of my days right now are beautifully simple:
working
training
figuring out where I’m going 😂
lifting
tanning
being outside as much as humanly possible
And honestly? I asked for this.
The hardest part — if I’m being real — is starting over financially and being alone so much of the time. Not having that person to just go to the beach with. Someone to sit next to where you don’t even have to talk — you just exist together. It’s wild how deeply we, as humans, need connection. Hugs. Safety. Familiar energy. Someone who knows you.
That’s probably been the biggest initiation in all of this.
Gym life has been entertaining though. There are a ton of content creators where I lift, and apparently being “the new girl” means everyone wants workout footage of you 😆 I said yes to one trainer — because let’s be honest, I do love being in front of the camera, especially in the gym. He did an incredible job and he’s using it to grow his page, which I’m happy about. (His name is Paul Tirado on Instagram if you want to watch for it to be posted)
Do I personally feel the need to post daily workout videos or pay for content? Not even a little.
Did I have fun? Absolutely.
And then there are the moments that make me stop and realize:
This is exactly what I asked for.
The other morning I woke up, made my coffee, walked outside with Charlie, and just sat there — cool breeze, sun coming up, him wandering around the yard — and I had this overwhelming wave of gratitude.
This.
This life.
This simple moment.
For years I wanted to live somewhere I could be outside year-round. To start my mornings in the sun. To have my dog roaming while I drank my coffee in peace.
In my “perfect world” vision — it’s a bigger yard, fruit trees, another dog for Charlie, and my husband sitting next to me while we talk about life in the morning stillness.
And one day that will be a blog post update:
Life in Florida.
Dogs in the yard.
My man beside me.
Trident and Makes You Stronger thriving.
Teaching martial arts because I love it.
Traveling.
Beach days.
Space to breathe.
Right now?
This is the build phase.
And the internal work happening at the same time is on another level entirely.
Hermetic Kabbalah is the most incredible, confronting, transformative thing I have ever done — and also the hardest. It is not love-and-light surface work. It is:
the death of the old stories
the stripping of the masks
the dismantling of the negative ego
the collapse of illusion
It’s looking at every part of yourself you used to hide from and choosing — consciously — to know yourself anyway.
To actually live:
“Know thyself. Know God.”
And stepping into the obligation of a Senior Ritual Master at the same time?
There are days it feels like the self is being put in a blender — everything that isn’t real, everything that isn’t aligned with the Light, right in your face to be transformed.
You reach this strange space where the old version of you is gone and you’re left with:
Who am I without the story?
Without the masks?
Without the identity I’ve been performing?
Who am I in the image of God?
Thank God for the ocean — for grounding, for perspective, for reminding me to breathe.
And thank God for the lineage, the teachers, and the support team who have walked this path before me and can say,
“Yep — this part is intense. Keep going.”
Because I am.
Even on the hard days.
Especially on the hard days.
So here’s to two months in Florida —
to growth that isn’t always pretty,
to building a life in real time,
to sunshine, sweat, solitude, expansion, and becoming.
It’s wild.
It’s uncomfortable.
It’s beautiful.
And we’re just getting started. 🌊✨
Wait…What day is it?!?!
The past two weeks were spent with my mom and stepdad visiting and staying with me, followed by Ainsleigh taking their place — and for one night, my house was very full, and I loved it. Everyone here in Florida with me, just hanging out, normal life together, extra shoes by the door, more coffee being made, voices in the other room.
Ains is just like me when she travels. First stop — Sprouts for food. Second stop — the gym for a quick lift. No unpacking, no sitting down, straight into routine like she’s lived here the whole time.
Pause for a second though…
Who designed airport pickup and drop-off?
You drive in a circle for 30 minutes watching the same cars pass you over and over, trying to read tiny text messages at stoplights, hoping you don’t miss them while a guy in a neon vest is ready to blow a whistle because you paused for five seconds too long. There should just be a free lot off to the side — you park, they text when they land, you pull up once, you leave. Done.
Anyway — seven weeks without hugging your kid is just weird.
And then she lands and less than 24 hours later we’re stretched out on the beach like nothing ever paused.
We tanned almost every day. She’s trying to catch up to my Florida tan — which I keep telling her isn’t going to happen 😄
We didn’t swim. The water was cold.
We didn’t even pretend to.
Just full-on tanning until you lose track of time.
Our one cloudy day, we went to the mall and shopped — which we haven’t done in years. Walking into stores with no mission, trying things on for fun, sitting in the middle of the mall talking longer than we meant to.
I did her hair at the salon — blonde, of course — foil after foil, the whole transformation — and watching her walk out with fresh hair and sun on her skin was one of those quiet mom moments.
She tried Jungle Organic for the first time — immediate approval.
The Purple Ocean açaí bowls?
Obsessed. 💜
Like planning the next one before finishing the first, obsessed.
I made the mistake of letting her take my car while I was at work, and that started a whole thing because she loved driving here in Orlando — the roads, the palm trees, the windows down, music up.
By the end of the trip she was already talking about how perfect it is that I live here, because she graduates soon and can come stay anytime she wants, which will be every few months because flights are so cheap.
And it’s crazy how life plays out.
My soul was called here to the ocean and the sun to heal and expand, and she gets to stay in Minnesota with her friends, finish school, keep expanding there — and we still get this time together here.
We both get to expand in our own worlds and still meet in the sun.
I have a feeling my mom and stepdad will be visiting a lot more, too — probably even more once I get a bigger house so we can all fit easier….
This house is small.
But it’s perfect for now.
Old and cute, safe, close to work, close to the lakes, right by the highway.
Yes — it’s by the youth jail 😄 and it’s completely fine.
It’s the landing space.
I’ve officially been here long enough that people at the gym are starting to come up to me between sets:
“You’re clearly not visiting — what’s your story?”
“How do you climb a rope so fast?”
“How is your form so perfect?”
“Damn, you’re strong — I see the weight you move on a barbell.”
“Do you compete?”
Same questions every time. Gym talk. Chalk on the floor, music too loud, everyone watching everyone’s lifts, and people I didn’t know a month ago now waving when I walk in.
Traffic though…
I finally understand how bad Florida traffic is.
Martial arts is 1 hour and 50 minutes to get home on a normal day — and that’s if nothing weird happens.
Some days it takes three hours just to get there.
If I wanted the drive to only be two hours, I would have to leave four hours before class starts…
Saturdays are the only day it’s two hours each way.
Four hours of driving.
Three hours of training.
And it’s still worth it.
Because that’s my happy place — laughing, learning cool shit, getting corrected, trying things over and over, and being around good people who are all there for the same reason.
My drive time is Kabbalah study time—
audiobooks,
teachings,
pausing and replaying parts
so I actually understand them,
turning traffic
into classroom time.
Life right now is full.
Building Trident — messages, packing orders at the table, stacks of boxes, inventory lists, late-night website edits, creating something that is actually helping people.
Days behind the chair at the salon — sectioning, foiling, mixing color, rinsing, toning, blow dryers going, and the conversations that only happen when someone sits in your chair for three hours.
Aili Healing sessions — one-on-one sessions, sharing the healings that drastically changed my life, and getting to watch that moment when something changes for them, too.
The gym — Putting the work in and making connections
And the beach — my reset.
No phone.
No talking.
Just water, birds, wind, and space.
Today after training I drove to a beach in Sarasota.
Never again 😄
Forty-five minutes to find a parking spot. The sand packed with people.
Yes, it’s prettier.
Yes, the water is calmer.
But I’ll take my side — an hour drive, park right in the lot, almost no people, rougher water, not a perfect sunset and plenty of room to breathe.
When I’m home it’s time with Charlie, throwing the ball until he’s exhausted, filling his water, stepping over toys — or sitting in the backyard in the dark in complete silence while he runs full speed chasing frogs and lizards like it’s his life’s purpose.
And my mom — for “being brave enough to move across the country to live my dream of being in the sun all year” — bought me a mattress.
I cannot wait for it to arrive.
The air mattress has officially overstayed its welcome.
My limbs going numb, getting launched into the air every time Charlie jumps on or off the bed 😄
This move is teaching me gratitude and letting go of control.
Well — not really only the move.
Hermetic Kabbalah.
It’s kicking my ass.
But I asked for it.
I wanted a better life.
More joy.
To actually know myself.
To dig into the old wounds, the fears, the patterns, the anger, the programming, the masks.
It all has to be stripped away.
It’s uncomfortable.
It’s painful.
It’s humbling.
It’s a ten-month process, and I still have months left.
Surrendering is the key.
And that’s not always easy.
But standing here in the sun, watching my daughter love this place, knowing she can come whenever she wants, building a life that feels right — Painful and not always easy, but I know I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be…..at least for now.
Perfectly aligned. ☀️🌊💛⚔️
Cold Weather, Full Days, and Learning the Rhythm of Florida Life
Let’s start with the obvious: it is stinking cold here right now — which honestly feels like a personal attack.
I did not move to Florida to wear layers. This was not part of the agreement 😂
Luckily, Florida is dramatic and forgiving, and in a few days it’ll be back in the 80s like nothing ever happened. I’m already mentally preparing for that first real hot stretch where I can disappear to the beach for an entire day, do absolutely nothing, let the sun cook my nervous system back into submission, and ground straight into the earth like a lizard with a purpose.
From the outside, life probably looks pretty uneventful right now. Not flashy. Not chaotic. No big “look at me” moments. Just… steady. But underneath that calm exterior, there’s a lot happening. I’m in a constant go-go-go rhythm most days, and I’m almost finding my flow. It’s that weird in-between stage where nothing feels automatic yet, but you can tell it’s coming.
Between working at the salon, making new connections, building Trident and expanding its presence, building at Aili Healing, and driving everywhere — partly because my martial arts training is far away and partly because I still don’t know where anything is — my days stay full. Florida distances are humbling. Everything is “only 20 minutes away,” which is a lie. But I don’t mind it. I’m building something here, and that takes movement.
And honestly? I still love it here.
There’s a quietness to Florida that feels different from Minnesota. Not empty — just spacious. The sun does a lot of the heavy lifting emotionally, and the palm trees feel like they’re constantly reminding you to slow down… even when you’re not actually slowing down at all.
Somehow, without trying, I’ve made it into the cool club at the gym with the trainers. I’m now known as the girl who only trains legs, always looks mad, and never smiles between sets. The guys have taken this as a personal challenge and love trying to make me laugh or guessing what I’m listening to based on my facial expression. Apparently, I have a very specific “true crime face,” because that’s almost always the answer. Intense stories. Dark details. Very motivating for heavy leg days.
Most people at the gym don’t speak English — or speak very little of it — so communication is often a mix of gestures, head nods, and mutual respect for effort. I might end up learning another language just so I can understand the full conversations happening around me. Until then, leg day remains universal.
My mom and stepdad are here for a few months, and it’s been really nice having them visiting. Familiar faces, extra hands around the house, and help with Charlie have added an extra layer of comfort during this season. It’s good to have family nearby while everything else continues to take shape.
And then there are the little discoveries — like finding Jungle Organics, this incredible place about an hour away, right by the water, and close to my friend Sue’s house. One of those spots that instantly makes you feel healthier just by being there. Completely worth the drive. Some places don’t just fit into your routine — they become part of it.
This season isn’t loud.
It’s not flashy.
But it’s deeply intentional.
It’s building a life piece by piece. Learning new rhythms. Letting things take shape naturally. And trusting that even when it looks quiet from the outside, something solid is forming underneath it all.
More sun. More beach days. More progress.
And eventually — less cold.
One Month in!
Alright. I am officially moved into my own place.
Which sounds calm and adult… but the process absolutely was not.
Moving is always this strange mix of excitement and chaos. You start with good intentions, a plan, and labeled boxes. And then suddenly you’re sitting on the floor, eating something questionable, surrounded by things you forgot you owned, wondering how it’s possible to both have too much stuff and also none of the stuff you actually need.
Case in point:
I did not pack a single dish.
No plates. No bowls. No silverware. No cooking utensils. Nothing.
For days.
I lived off fruit and beef sticks like some kind of feral minimalist while telling myself, “This is fine.” Eventually I accepted reality and ordered plates and forks. That is… as far as I’ve gotten. Cooking is still a future-me project.
But I’m in.
Keys work.
Bed is assembled.
Coffee is happening (thankfully). Big wins.
What I didn’t expect is how quickly Charlie and I slipped into a really good flow. Our mornings are spent outside so he can run around and burn off energy while I ease into the day. There are a bunch of stray cats nearby who love to taunt him through the fence. He finds this deeply offensive. I find it endlessly entertaining.
Unpacking is actually done — and I did it differently this time. I unpacked as I packed. Anything I realistically won’t be using in the next six months went straight back into clearly labeled, organized totes. No need to unpack things just to repack them again later. I’ll save that for when I buy a place — hopefully sometime in the next year.
Adult logistics update: the landlord never hooked up my washer and dryer when I moved in. That finally got handled, which means laundry is now operational. I also bought a clothesline so I can hang my clothes outside to dry. That was one of my favorite things as a kid, and honestly, it still is. Plus it saves money, so I’m calling that a win.
Work-wise, things are moving in a really good direction. The salon is picking up and my books are filling. Peptides are taking off too — more and more people are discovering just how life-changing they can be. With everything coming into the mainstream (and yes, RFK Jr. backing them hasn’t hurt), people are finally paying attention. They really are a game changer — for recovery, sleep, brain health, longevity… across the board.
I also found a new martial arts school that I absolutely love. It’s an hour and forty-five minutes away, which sounds insane, but the classes are three hours long and the training is incredible — so it’s worth the drive. The downside is getting home around 11pm when I’m usually asleep by 10, but some things are worth adjusting for.
Saturday night we had our salon holiday party. I’m not really a party-or-drinking person, but I actually really enjoyed it. It was great meeting the girls from the other location and spending time with the women I work with outside of the salon. Easy, relaxed, good energy.
Sunday was my birthday, and it was honestly a really good one.
Eighty-five degrees. Full sun.
I worked in the morning, hit a quick workout, then headed straight to the beach. A random woman from Alaska set up next to me and we ended up chatting for two hours. Total stranger, great conversation — one of those unexpected moments that just makes a day better.
After that, I went back to the gym to finish my workout, then spent the evening with my Florida MMS family. It was the best kind of day. All my favorite things — movement, sun, good conversation, training, community — all in one place.
And just to keep things balanced, Florida decided to humble me again. It was 35 degrees when I woke up one morning this week. Thirty-five. I had to turn the heat on. Beach one day, winter jacket the next. Makes sense.
Next week my daughter, my mom, and my stepdad are coming to visit. It’s going to be one very full, very tiny house — but I’m really looking forward to seeing them. Hopefully it warms up so Ains and I can get some beach time in… assuming Florida stops lying to us.
The days feel busy but steady. There’s a rhythm now — work, training, home, repeat — and it feels good.
I’m tired, but it’s the good kind of tired.
So here I am.
Moved in.
Organized.
Eating off real plates.
Laundry drying in the sun (when it’s not freezing).
Driving ridiculous distances to train.
Dogs being taunted by cats.
Family about to descend.
And feeling really good about what’s unfolding.
More soon.
day….??
Anyone still here?!
Hello??
Is anyone actually reading this thing?! 😂
Okay, so I took a few days off from writing. Mostly because I wasn’t doing anything wildly different, and partly because I had that moment of “am I just talking to myself on the internet?” So… if you’re here, hi. This is the catch-up post.
Big update first: I move into my new place tomorrow.
Which explains why the last few days have felt a little… chaotic. Boxes, lists, last-minute errands, mental juggling. You know the drill.
Work at the salon is officially picking up. I’ve had clients on my books every day I’ve been there, which feels really good. Peptides are taking off. Coaching is taking off. Everything is growing and moving at the same time. My days are full, and somehow they fly by. It’s kind of wild how much you can get done when the weather isn’t holding you hostage. It’s just… nice all the time. Sun, warmth, energy. You wake up and go, go, go without fighting the elements. Florida might be onto something.
Today was honestly kind of perfect — and also kind of funny.
It was 67 and sunny during the day. I hit the gym in the morning and I’m finally starting to recognize people and make gym friends (huge win). I came home with a solid list of things I needed to get done… and none of it was cooperating. Websites weren’t working, places weren’t answering the phone, and everything I needed to move forward just kept hitting a wall.
So I did what I could, waited on what I couldn’t, and spent most of the day outside by the pool with my laptop while the universe decided to move at its own pace.
There were good conversations, and I got help with a few things, which I’m really grateful for. Then it was off to the post office, straight into martial arts training, and home around 9pm. I packed up my things and cleaned the area I’d been staying in, because that’s just how I operate. You leave things better (or at least equal) to how you found them.
After that, we all kind of sat there in disbelief at how fast the last three and a half weeks went. It’s wild how quickly a place can start to feel like home… and how hard it is to say goodbye just as it does.
The dogs are going to miss each other the most.
Buddy waits outside the bedroom door every single morning so he can play with Charlie. All day long they run, wrestle, nap, repeat. They’re both really going to feel that absence — and honestly… so will I.
I’m excited to unpack and settle into my own space.
I’m also a little nervous about getting lonely.
There has been so much change in the last month. Like… a lot. And more is coming. That part feels both exciting and tender at the same time.
Also — random but important — I still haven’t been to the ocean yet. I know. Florida card revoked. I’ve just been busy. That’s happening in two weeks, non-negotiable.
Next week is absolutely jam-packed. And it’s my birthday this weekend. I’ve planned some really good things for myself: a massage, regeneration room, a couple of other sessions, time with the Orlando MMS community — and I’m meeting with a potential Filipino Martial Arts instructor to train with, which I’m genuinely really excited about.
Oh, and it’s supposed to be 82 degrees.
So yes — my birthday week will be spent in the sunshine, probably getting tan, training, and letting myself actually enjoy everything that’s unfolding.
One last Florida note from today: it does get cold here at night.
And by cold, I mean 49 degrees, which Florida apparently thinks is acceptable. I’m not convinced. The upside? Fireplaces. Who doesn’t love the smell of a fireplace? Cozy, grounding, very end-of-the-day energy.
That said… we may have gotten a little overzealous with it this evening. At one point, we were mildly smoked out, the dogs started sneezing, and it officially became a situation. Windows were opened, lessons were learned, and everyone survived. Fireplace enthusiasm slightly dialed back.
More soon.
If you’re still here… thanks for reading 💛
from the drive home from work last night
Today’s blog
Quick question before we begin: are you still here? Or have you all quietly unsubscribed from my wildly glamorous life of sun, dog chaos, and me doing the same three things on a loop? 😅 No judgment either way.
The day started, as it often does, with Charlie being released into the backyard like a creature who has been waiting his entire life for this exact moment. He doesn’t really run like a dog… he kind of moves like a horse. A very joyful, slightly uncoordinated, elegant horse. He gallops. He prances. And then, for reasons only known to him, he gracefully jumps over the retaining wall — like he’s competing in some kind of backyard equestrian event. Ten out of ten form. Judges are impressed.
So that was the morning: sun, fresh air, and my dog living out his secret horse fantasy. Then I went to the gym.
After that, I came home and did what I genuinely love about being self-employed — I sat in the sun, took a couple nutrition phone check-ins, and handled orders as they came in. No rush. No clock. Just responding to what the day asked for in that moment.
Then I did some very responsible adult things like cleaning, packaging up peptide orders, and going to the post office.
From there, I went over to Clermont and wandered around the lake for a while. Not exercising. Not sightseeing. Just existing outside long enough for my system to remember itself.
At one point on the trail, two girls actually stopped me just to tell me I have the most amazing legs they’ve ever seen, which was unexpected, kind, and strangely affirming — a little reminder that the body reflects the care we give it.
Later, I went to martial arts training, which always feels less like “working out” and more like returning to a language my body already knows.
Somewhere in there, I reached out to a colleague and ordered the quartz crystals wrapped in copper wire for crystal gridding the new space. Since Ainsleigh is now living in my house and the grid remains there, I don’t have a set with me — which is exactly how it should be.
For anyone who’s been to my house or to the Modern Mystery School, you’ve probably seen it — the quartz crystals wrapped in copper wire placed on the walls and the generator crystal in the center of each room. That’s what crystal gridding a space actually is.
According to the teachings of Sacred Geometry, crystal gridding creates an energetic sanctuary in your home that raises the vibration of the space and supports clarity, focus, healing, connection, and protection. It’s an ancient technique that installs a permanent energetic structure using geometric patterns and activation practices — not decoration, not casual objects, but a field woven into the architecture of the energy itself.
Because the grid is structural, once it’s placed, it stays exactly where it is. If a crystal shifts or falls, the grid collapses and must be placed again from the beginning. Its energy and you cant let the energy fall.
Right now, I’m mostly organizing the handful of things I actually have with me into a few totes in a bedroom at Calla and Ed’s. My storage unit is full of my real life, but this is the little, temporary version of it. A threshold. A hallway between rooms.
I’m sad to leave Calla, Ed, and Olivia. I love it here. Charlie loves it here.
But I’m also really looking forward to settling. To be still long enough for life to arrange itself around me again. To listen more than pushing. To notice what arrives when I allow it.
The new place is in this really sweet pocket of Orlando called the Hourglass District — lakes, little shops, and life happening within walking distance.
So yeah. Not a big day. Not a dramatic day. Just a good, simple day that quietly did its work.
And those are often the ones that matter most.
— Mary
Chilly air, a lot of movement, and a quiet yes.
Today was a good day.
Florida had a personality shift today. It decided to pretend it’s not Florida and dropped into the 60s, which felt very dramatic of it. I did not consent to winter.
The day started at home, packaging up peptide orders and getting everything organized to ship. There’s something oddly satisfying about that — being in your own little bubble, taping boxes, printing labels, knowing things are moving and reaching people. It feels tangible. Real.
At some point ,my friend Carissa called to check in, and we ended up talking for a long time about life, transitions, and everything unfolding in both of our worlds. She’s been a friend for a very long time, and it felt great to reconnect in that way. She’s waiting for me to get settled so she can come visit, escape for a bit, and sit in the sunshine by the water with me. That felt like a future moment I could already feel.
I drove into Orlando to look at a rental I had scheduled, only to find out it had to be rescheduled because maintenance was being done and the floors couldn’t be walked on yet. Instead, the owner offered to show me another property.
In between those two, I went to look at a different house that was absolutely beautiful — newly remodeled, massive fenced yard, genuinely stunning. The kind of place that makes you pause and imagine a whole life there. But the cost was well out of my budget, and while they said they might “work with me” about Charlie, it felt hesitant, conditional, and expensive. It wasn’t a no because of the house — it was a no because of the numbers.
Then I went to the salon for a bit. My boss was curious about peptides and ended up placing an order, so I helped him navigate that, and we talked about building books and expectations. It felt good to have that clarity — that sense of structure and mutual understanding.
After that, I went to look at another property owned by the original landlord — and this one felt different immediately.
The owner was great. Easy. Grounded. Human. We hit it off right away. No background check. No credit check. No extra pet rent. No drama. Just a conversation.
It’s a two-bedroom, one-bath. It’s old. It’s outdated. It’s small. And somehow… It’s perfect.
It’s two minutes from work. Walkable to lakes, little shops, and beautiful areas. Close to grocery stores and highways. In a safe, quiet neighborhood. And it has a fenced-in backyard for Charlie.
The house is nice enough that I can enjoy it, but not so precious that I have to stress about a dog being a dog. If he scratches a door or tracks in dirt, the world does not end. That feels like freedom.
So I signed the lease. Put down the deposit. Made it official.
Then I went back to the salon for a bit, then headed to the gym, got a good workout in, handed out a few cards, talked to a few members, shared a bit about what I do and what I’m building.
After that, I went home, filled in Calla and Ed, we chatted for a while, and then it was dinner, unwinding, and letting the day land.
Nothing wild. Nothing dramatic.
Just a lot of small steps in the right direction.
And one really important yes.
Tired, moving, and mildly amused by life.
I started the day at the gym, then went straight to work at the salon.
I had my first client today, which honestly felt really good. I haven’t cut anyone’s hair in two weeks and apparently I am not meant to go that long without working — it didn’t feel great. So being back behind the chair, scissors in hand, doing the thing I know how to do, felt grounding. Productive. Normal in the best way.
After work I went to look at a rental. I had a feeling it wouldn’t be a fit… and I was right. It was small, the yard was trashed, and I’m still trying to wrap my head around how rentals here work — like how so many places don’t come with washers and dryers and you’re just expected to bring your own? I’m sorry… what 😂
After that I literally just drove around for about two hours, up and down neighborhoods, looking for “For Rent” signs like a 90s movie montage. I found two places… and both of them don’t allow dogs. Of course they don’t.
So, back on the hunt tomorrow.
The evening was spent at Aili Healing with some friends who rent space there, which was actually the perfect way to end the day. After hours of doing and searching and thinking, it felt really good to just be with people, breathe, and soften a little.
It was a full day. A little tiring, a little chaotic, but honestly a good one. It felt like momentum.
Finding a place to rent isn’t easy, especially with a dog — but I’m here, I’m not leaving, and something is going to line up. It always does.
And tomorrow… we hunt again 😄
Not much to report (and that feels kind of perfect).
Today felt like one of those rare days where nothing dramatic happened… and somehow that was exactly what my nervous system needed.
It was 85 and sunny, and I soaked up every bit of it — the warmth on my skin, the brightness of the sky, the way Florida light already feels different from what I’ve known my whole life. Softer. Brighter. Like it’s constantly reminding me to slow down and breathe a little deeper.
This morning I trained with Train Kali from 9–11, about a 45-minute drive away. The drive itself felt like a small ritual — long stretches of road, palms, blue sky, that sense of leaving the normal world for a few hours to go do something focused and intentional.
Training was hard. It’s always hard. Mentally and physically. Filipino martial arts isn’t something you casually pick up — it demands your attention, your coordination, your nervous system, your humility. There’s no autopilot. Every movement requires presence. Every mistake is immediately obvious. It’s challenging in a way that’s both frustrating and deeply satisfying at the same time.
After that I rushed home, stopped at the post office, and then sat in the sun with the dogs. I didn’t put music on. I didn’t scroll. I just sat there. The only sounds were distant cars, birds, and people walking their dogs. That quiet felt almost loud in the best way — like space finally opening up around me.
Later I went to the gym for a workout. It was almost empty, which felt like such a gift. No waiting for machines, no noise, no rush. I just moved through my workout slowly and deliberately. The gym has changed a lot since October — new machines, a full-time cleaning crew, and now they’re literally knocking down a wall and expanding into the space next door. It makes sense. The place is full of bodybuilders, powerlifters, and then people like me — just there because we love moving our bodies and feeling strong.
The evening stayed simple. I ran the dogs, ate dinner outside by the pool while the light softened and the air cooled just a little, and then came inside to unwind and get things ready for tomorrow. Nothing big. Just life, happening quietly.
One more thing before I close this out: I found two schools that teach JKD and Wing Chun. They’re both over an hour away, but the contrast between them — and the styles themselves — is interesting.
(For anyone who doesn’t know: JKD — Jeet Kune Do — is about efficiency, adaptability, and what actually works under pressure. It’s less about memorizing forms and more about learning how to move, respond, and think in real time.)
(Wing Chun is a Chinese martial art focused on structure, sensitivity, and close-range efficiency — learning how to stay rooted, relaxed, and precise while redirecting force rather than meeting it head-on. It’s subtle, technical, and deeply internal in its own way.)
One of the schools offers training four days a week — not mandatory, but available. It’s high-frequency, high-access, very structured. You could really immerse through repetition and volume.
The other is the place where you have to apply. The instructor only accepts serious students, and training is once a week for 3–4 hours. Fewer sessions, but deeper ones. More focus. More intention. More “this is a path” than “this is a class.”
Both have value. But right now, the second one feels more aligned for me — less about squeezing something in and more about choosing something deliberately.
I emailed him tonight to ask how to apply and told him I’m interested. We’ll see what he says.
It feels like a small thing… but it also feels like another thread quietly weaving itself into this new life I’m building here — one slow, intentional day at a time
Daily Blog: Embracing the Flow of a Fresh Routine
Today unfolded like a gentle breath of fresh air—quite literally. Charlie and I started our morning early, stepping out into that beautiful fenced-in backyard that’s quickly becoming our little sanctuary. It’s been our daily ritual: he runs around joyfully, and I savor my coffee, just soaking in the cool breeze and the quiet moments without a phone. The weather right now is absolutely perfect—like a little gift every morning.
After that peaceful start, I headed over to the salon. It was a client-free day, which gave me a perfect window to dive into some behind-the-scenes work. I focused on marketing—tinkering with social media plans for the salon, for MMS, and of course, for Trident. There’s something special about finding your rhythm in a new place and feeling those pieces fall into place.
Midday brought a lovely little discovery: I found a gorgeous lake nearby called Lake Como and took a stroll around it. I even stumbled upon a spot called the Purple Ocean that serves organic açaí bowls and all sorts of wholesome bites. The universe is dropping little gems for me to find around every corner.
The afternoon was exciting too. I set up three tours for potential rental properties. None of them are the perfect fit yet, but it’s all part of the journey. And on the business side, we had a surge in peptide sales, which is a fantastic sign that the local buzz is starting to grow. People are hearing about peptides at the gym, on social media, and it’s awesome to see that spark of curiosity that we can nurture into a real community vibe here.
After a solid gym session, I got my first taste of Orlando turnpike traffic on the way home—bumper-to-bumper and apparently a regular occurrence. It was an adventure in itself, but I made it back eventually.
In the evening, we wound down with dinner, a bit of meditation, and some journaling. We’re currently staying with our wonderful hosts, Calla and Ed, and it was nice to chat with them about weekend plans. They’re super busy and always out and about, and though I’m working and can’t join everything, I’m really grateful for their hospitality and the sense of community they’re offering us.
So that was my day—full of little discoveries, a touch of patience, and a lot of gratitude for the people around us. Thanks for following along on this journey!
The Great Headache Day
Today was… very low key. And by low key, I mean my body absolutely hit the brakes.
I got hit with a headache from hell last night right before my Zoom call, and it just kept getting worse through the night and into the morning. Every time I woke up it felt like my head was in a vice grip and my arms kept going numb — which I’m pretty sure is the universe’s gentle way of saying, “Ma’am. You are dehydrated and stressed. Please sit down.”
So today became a “do not push, do not override, do not pretend you’re fine” kind of day. And honestly, it felt like a relief to actually listen instead of forcing myself through it.
I spent most of the day by the pool napping, tanning, and very intentionally trying to get rehydrated. I don’t know if it was dehydration, new pollens, travel stress, sleeping weird, or all of the above — but being by the pool in the sun still felt like exactly what I needed. It reminded me that sometimes rest isn’t avoidance, it’s integration.
Also… I did move to Florida for sunshine and a year-round tan, so I consider this part of the plan. I have to build my base now so when the UV hits 10 or 11, I’m ready 😄 Strategic tanning. Very professional.
Later in the day I went to the gym — not to lift, but to foam roll and walk, which felt like the responsible adult version of training. Just enough movement to get things unstuck without making anything worse. It felt good to take care of my body instead of asking it to perform.
After that I met up with the MMS Orlando team and spent some time with them, which felt really grounding in a very human way. These are people I train with many times a year in Canada, so we already have a shared language, shared experiences, and a shared understanding that goes much deeper than surface-level conversation.
Being with them reminded me that even though I’m in a new city, I’m not actually disconnected — I’m just in a new location with the same people who know me, see me, and understand the parts of life I care about most. They aren’t just people I know… they’re my spiritual family.
Sitting together, talking, laughing, and just being in the same physical space again made me feel more settled here than anything else has so far. It felt like a quiet internal exhale — like my system finally realized, “Oh… I belong here too.”
People here complain about the heat and say they stay inside all day, which honestly feels wild to me. This weather is perfect — 80s during the day, 60s at night. I haven’t even turned on the AC in my car yet. It’s windows-down weather, fresh-air-at-night weather, “why would I go inside?” weather.
I also found a few rentals close to work that I’m going to check out tomorrow. None of them are exactly what I want, but it feels like movement — and right now, movement feels like trust. Plus we locked in dates for my daughter and my mom and stepdad to come visit and help me move my stuff — so now there is officially a timeline, which means I should probably secure a place for them to sleep 😅
So yes. Headache day. Pool day. Foam roll day. Connection day. Small steps forward day.
And what I’m noticing in all of this is that I’m learning how to let days be what they are — not always productive, not always exciting, but still meaningful in their own quiet way.
That’s about it. It’s late and I’m catching up on the sleep I apparently didn’t get last night.
Today’s Blog — A Chill, Uneventful Day
Today was one of those quiet, uneventful days that don’t sound exciting on paper, but still feel really good to live.
I started the day at the gym, which has become a nice anchor in this whole moving-and-settling-in process. It’s familiar, grounding, and gives me something consistent while everything else is still in flux. After that, I worked for a bit, and in between I drove around looking for rental properties — still in that “get to know the area” phase, feeling into different neighborhoods and what might eventually feel like home.
While I was working, I sat in the sun as much as I could. It was 82 degrees and sunny, and honestly, that alone feels like medicine. The warmth, the light, the blue sky — it does something to my nervous system that I didn’t realize I needed this badly.
After work I came back to the house, ate something quick, and then spent a little time running around outside with Charlie. He’s been loving all the outdoor time and new smells and space, and watching him be happy honestly makes me happy too.
Then I had a long Zoom call from 7:30 to 10:30, which wrapped up the day. Nothing wild. Nothing dramatic. Just a full, simple day.
I’m also really excited for tomorrow evening. I’m hanging out with a few people I know — one friend who moved here from Minnesota years ago, and a couple people I usually see when I’m in Toronto. I didn’t realize how much I needed to see familiar faces until now. There’s something really comforting about being able to get (and give) a hug to someone you actually know.
It’s a little lonely living somewhere new where you don’t really know anyone yet. Very few people at the gym speak English, so making friends there hasn’t really happened yet — at least not in any meaningful way. I know that will come in time, but right now I’m just really grateful to have a few familiar humans around.
I’m still really loving it here. A lot is happening internally — emotions, processing, integration, letting go of old layers and adjusting to new ones — but it all feels a little lighter here. The sunshine helps. The space helps. The change helps.
It’s not that everything is suddenly perfect or resolved… It’s just that it feels like I’m in the right place to let things unfold.
And for now, that feels really good
A Day of Sun, Alignment, and Unexpected Wins
Today was a beautiful day.
The sun was shining, it was 83 degrees — almost perfect weather. I started my morning outside with coffee and my computer, answering a few emails, working on marketing materials, and looking for a place to live. There’s something deeply grounding and calming about starting the day outside — hearing the birds, feeling the warmth of the sun, and letting my nervous system wake up slowly before the world asks anything of me.
After that, I headed to Titusville (about an hour away) for a chiropractor appointment. I left a few hours early so I could find some water, lay in the sun, get grounded, and just listen. The UV was low — only a 4 — but it still felt nourishing. I felt my body soften, my breath deepen, and my mind slow down in a way that doesn’t happen when I’m rushing from one thing to the next.
The chiropractor was amazing. I was referred to him by a mutual friend, Avo. His name is Dr. David Daly, and his work is fascinating. His approach looks at how the brain communicates with the body — how the nervous system holds patterns that show up as physical pain, fatigue, inflammation, anxiety, overthinking, and even structural imbalances like one leg appearing longer than the other.
It was honestly wild to watch him connect dots so quickly — things that felt disconnected suddenly made sense as part of one system trying to find balance.
He was also just a genuinely kind, curious human. It turns out he’s speaking at a conference in Titusville in March that Avo invited me to volunteer at. Even better, he and his staff all use peptides and are switching to buying from us.
So it became a triple win:
✔️ My body received support
✔️ I made a new connection
✔️ Trident grew
And on top of that, a few people signed up for our affiliate program — which felt especially meaningful since I had literally just launched it the day before. It was one of those quiet confirmations that when you take aligned action, the world meets you halfway.
From there I drove back, stopped at the gym, and then went to a JKD class.
That part was… challenging.
The style itself is very close to what I want to train, but the energy in the room wasn’t fully aligned. One of the other students moved very quickly into my space, touching and engaging physically without any communication or consent — no “is this okay?”, no explanation, just immediate contact and force.
Yes, martial arts and grappling are physical by nature. That wasn’t the issue. The issue was the lack of awareness, attunement, and respect. I’ve never trained in a space where someone didn’t first communicate, ask, or establish consent before working that closely with my body — especially with someone they don’t know.
It felt less like training and more like ego.
And maybe that’s why it bothered me more than I expected — because the standard I hold for training is high. I’ve been trained by truly exceptional teachers in Minnesota and Toronto, and once you’ve experienced that level of presence, skill, and integrity, it’s very hard to accept anything less.
I have no desire to train in environments that don’t carry that level of awareness and respect.
By the time I left, it was about 7pm. I drove the 40 minutes home, grilled some venison and goat burgers, ate outside, and ran around with Charlie to wear him out. The air was warm, the sky was soft, and it felt really good to be outside in the open, darkening backyard where it was quiet and still after a full day.
Needless to say, I love it here. I love staying with Calla, Ed, and Olivia. I love coming home and having people to talk to, eat with, and simply not be alone. In the middle of the stress of trying to find a place to live, rebuilding at the salon, and growing Trident, being able to come “home” to connection instead of isolation brings me more joy than I can really put into words.
The rest of the night was simple — prepping for tomorrow, cleaning up, slowing down.
Before winding down for the night, I also received a distance Seiheki healing session from my good friend Kristina. It was incredible — subtle, deep, and exactly what my system needed. As I move through all these life changes, I’m more grateful than ever for the healing work and the people who walk with me through it.
Truly… bring on the healing sessions.
If you’re curious about Seiheki or any of the healing work I offer (in-person or distance), you can learn more here:
https://www.makesyoustronger.club
Nothing flashy.
Nothing dramatic.
Just a day well lived.
A day of tending to my body, my work, my relationships, and my path — in small, steady ways.
And honestly? That’s the kind of day I want more of. 🌞🐾
Day 9: Settling Into the Florida Flow
Today was one of those beautifully balanced days that makes me feel like I’ve truly started to find my rhythm here in Florida. I kicked off the morning with a good old gym session. The holiday lull is definitely over—the place was buzzing with energy and people returning to their routines. Honestly, it felt great to have that lively gym vibe back, and I even got to meet a few new folks. Building those little connections always makes a workout feel that much more motivating.
After the gym, the sunshine was calling my name. It was a perfect 75-degree day, and I spent a few hours just lounging by the pool. The dogs were in heaven, playing and running around, and I got to relax and chat with Olivia, who’s just stepping into her post-high school plans. It’s really nice having those heartfelt conversations and feeling like part of a family here.
The evening was a bit of practical stuff—ran some errands to the library and post office, and did a little exploring around Kissimmee to get a feel for the area. And then, as the night settled in, I joined my usual Monday night Zoom meditation with friends from across the country. It’s kind of our weekly ritual, and it’s a grounding way to end the day.
All in all, it was a day that balanced productivity with a whole lot of ease. I’m soaking up the warmth, both from the Florida sun and from the wonderful people I’m surrounded by. Even though I miss my friends and that camaraderie back home, this place is starting to feel like a second home in its own right.
Today’s Business + Life Update
This morning was one I’ve envisioned for a long time.
I started the day early with coffee and time outside in the backyard with Charlie — just walking around, enjoying the quiet, the warm air, and the stillness of a slow morning. I made this move so I could live this way: time outside in the warmth all year long, more space to breathe, and a life that supports clarity, consistency, and long-term growth.
And I’ll be honest — this morning the loneliness really set in.
My first thought when I woke up was how much I craved a big hug from someone I know, a familiar face, a familiar voice, and an easy conversation with someone who has known me for a long time. I talk to people all day, but there’s something deeply different about the comfort of shared history and real presence. It’s a reminder that building something new doesn’t mean you stop needing connection — it just means you become more aware of how meaningful it is.
Also… I really wish there were organic places to eat here 😅
I genuinely cannot find a single organic restaurant in Orlando or the surrounding areas. I just remember that places like St. Petersburg, West Palm, and Clearwater used to have good co-ops and clean spots when I visited years ago — so hopefully more options start popping up here in the coming year.
And if anyone feels inspired to ship me a Brim cookie or banana bread, I would not be mad about it.
At work today, I didn’t have any clients scheduled, so I used the time to work on the Trident website. I added our new affiliate program and made several other backend updates and refinements that were needed. It felt good to strengthen the infrastructure so the business can grow cleanly, responsibly, and in alignment.
If you’ve ever wanted to share Trident with others and earn from it in a simple, transparent way, that option is now live — no pressure, just available for those it resonates with.
After work, I drove around a few nearby neighborhoods looking for rental signs and potential housing options as I continue getting settled here. It’s part of creating stability so I can stay focused on expansion, service, and long-term vision.
Training was also part of the day — not for performance, but as a way to clear my mind, process what’s moving through my life, and physically move stagnant energy so things can flow again. It’s one of the simplest and most reliable ways I stay clear and grounded.
The evening was intentionally quiet: time outside again, a simple dinner, and reading. I’m currently reading
You’re Not Perfect the Way You Are
And I genuinely think it’s a must-read for anyone committed to real growth. It cuts through self-help fluff and gently brings you back to responsibility, clarity, and conscious change — without judgment.
Grateful for this season of building, refining, and aligning — and grateful for everyone walking alongside me in it.
Back to Training, Back to the Body
Today was my first day of martial arts training with Train Kali.
I trained with them when I was here in October and enjoyed it enough to want to come back, but I’ll be honest — it’s very different from how I’ve been training, and it’s not really my natural style. It feels unfamiliar in my body, different in rhythm, and structured differently. That doesn’t make it wrong — just different.
The style I’m most aligned with is about two hours away, which isn’t realistic right now. So instead of not training at all, I’m choosing to adapt, stay open, and let this stretch me. There’s value in learning different approaches, even when they’re not your favorite. It keeps you humble, flexible, and evolving.
I’m about four years into training now, and while I still feel very much like a student, I also feel like I’m close to being able to teach kids and basics — especially foundations, movement, awareness, and respect for the art. That feels meaningful and exciting in a quiet way.
After class, I hung out and chatted with the group for a bit about range time and some of the other things they do together. It’s nice to be around people who care about training and building skill.
On the way back, I stopped at the gym and got a lift in, then headed home to take care of Charlie.
Oh — and I finally got a SunPass 😅 because the tolls here are no joke. Between getting to the gym and work, I’m on the turnpike a lot, and it was turning into about $50 a week just in tolls. I’m about 25 minutes away from both, which honestly isn’t bad — that’s about what I used to drive back home.
The rest of the day was spent outside working on social media marketing, with breaks to let the dogs run and play.
The evening was spent with Calla and Ed — all of us sitting outside at the bar with our computers, working side by side in the warm air. Later, I caught up on Stranger Things, updated inventory, and labeled the most recent peptide order.
The weather is kind of perfect in a strange way — warm, breezy, about 75 degrees, with that “it’s probably going to storm later” feeling in the air.
That’s about it for today.
Movement. Work. Sunshine. Adaptation.
And I’m grateful for the growth — even when it’s uncomfortable 🤍
Sun, Small Wins & Settling In
Not a whole lot to report today — and honestly, that feels kind of nice.
It was my second day working at J. Bauman. I had a client on my books, but she canceled, so it ended up being a pretty quiet day. I spent a good chunk of it sitting outside in the sun… apparently I had some “tan work” to do 😄
The women at the salon are really nice — friendly, welcoming, and easy to be around. It feels like a relaxed, supportive environment, which I’m really grateful for.
After work, I drove around some neighborhoods looking for houses for rent. No luck yet — but the search continues, and I trust the right place will appear when it’s meant to.
On that same adventure, I found a local place that works directly with organic farmers for raw dog food — and they carry one that’s really similar to what Charlie has been eating. That felt like a small but very real win for the day.
I hit the gym for a quick lift, then headed back to the house.
The evening was gentle and grounding — walking around the yard with Calla, looking at her fruit trees, keeping an eye out for the black snake that lives somewhere back there 😅, and watching the dogs run and burn off energy. There are also a surprising number of bats around here, which feels a little strange… and honestly, they’re not doing a great job of handling the mosquitoes.
We spent the rest of the evening grilling food for the next few days and sitting around talking with Calla and Ed for a few hours. Simple, human, nourishing.
One funny side note: Charlie is up around 6 a.m. every day — which means I’m up at 6, and then somehow in bed by 9 like I’m 80 years old 😂
But honestly… I think my system is just on a little bit of overload. There’s a lot of good happening — and also a lot of change all at once. New state, new work, new routines, new people, new environment. It’s beautiful… and it’s a lot.
So I’m letting myself be tired.
Letting myself be human.
Letting the good land slowly.
A lot of good.
A lot of change.
And I’m finding my way through it one day at a time 🤍
New Year’s Day in Florida — Easygoing Start to a Fresh Year
Happy New Year! Today was the first day of the year, and to be honest, it was pretty low-key and chill — exactly what I needed.
I started the morning at the gym, which has kind of become my little hub for both workouts and connections. I had some really good conversations with a few trainers there. We talked about peptides, Florida life, and just got a feel for what people are like here — their personalities, their needs, and how this place has its own rhythm.
After a couple of hours working on the Trident website right there at the gym, I headed home and spent the rest of the afternoon by the pool. The dogs played, I soaked up a little sunshine, and just kept grinding out some prep work, making marketing materials and getting things organized for the days ahead.
There wasn’t anything super dramatic about today, and that’s exactly what made it perfect. It was just a day to ease into the new year, get my bearings, and set up for success. Tomorrow, I’m heading into my second day of work at the salon, and I feel like I’m stepping into it with a sense of calm and readiness.
Here’s to a new year, a fresh start, and all the good things Florida life is going to bring.
