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. ☀️🌊💛⚔️