About ten years ago, I was sitting in a coffee shop, minding my own business, when the weirdest thing happened. It wasn’t coffee-on-my-shirt weird, or the-barista-called-my-name-wrong weird—it was something else. Something big and quiet at the same time, like a secret knocking on my brain.
Across the room, there was a woman. She looked like most everyone else in the coffee shop—like someone who probably ordered an oat latte and had strong opinions about crossword puzzles. But then, in my head, I saw it. Or maybe I felt it? It’s hard to explain, but it was like there was this big knot of stuck energy in her body, sitting right in her lower abdomen. It was so vivid in my mind that I thought, Okay, that’s new. Wonder what that’s about.
Then, like a character in a movie who doesn’t know she’s in a movie, the woman got up and sat down right next to me. And as if she’d been handed a script, she started telling her friend about a pain she was having. Where? In the exact spot I had seen the stuck energy.
At this point, my brain was doing cartwheels. What is even happening? Am I psychic? Is this some kind of side effect of too much caffeine? But the thing is, it didn’t go away. After that day, I started noticing this same kind of stuck energy in other people, like invisible weights they were carrying around. It wasn’t a superpower, exactly—it was more like noticing something that had been there all along but I’d never paid attention to.
I didn’t know what to do with this new awareness, but I knew I couldn’t ignore it. So I started learning about energy systems. Reiki, energy medicine, all of it. I dove into books, took classes, and started figuring out how to move this energy around—how to untangle it.
And it wasn’t just about helping other people. As I worked on clearing stuck energy in others, I started noticing my own stuckness—grief, fear, self-doubt—all the things that had been sitting in me for years, taking up space. Slowly, I began to untangle myself, too.
During this time, I poured everything I was learning into my journals and books. The Magic of Mindset. Creative Consciousness Healing. Follow the Magic. Each one was a breadcrumb on this wild, beautiful trail of transformation.
I realized I wanted to do more than just move energy with my intention. I wanted to use my actual hands.
My dear friend had already walked the path I was only beginning to glimpse. They had returned to school to become an LMT, weaving energy work and healing into something deeply transformative. They encouraged me to follow, showing me that this path was not just possible—it was meant for me. So I decided to become a Licensed Massage Therapist.
That’s when life got…interesting.
In 2023, I started a 15-month massage therapy program. I thought it would be hard, but I didn’t realize how hard. Not just because anatomy and kinesiology are like learning a new language (seriously, who named these muscles?), but because life decided to throw everything at me all at once.
During my 15 months at school, my mom went into hospice. My dad and sister survived a flight where THE DOOR PLUG BLEW OFF (as in, midair cabin depressurization—seriously, universe?). Then my parents got COVID, and an ice storm took out their power, roads, and communication for ten days. And then, heartbreakingly, just a few days after the storm cleared and we were able to get to her, my mom passed away. ( Here is where I wrote more about the airplane incident and my mom's death.)
Days after my mom died, I got shingles, followed by COVID (again), and mono (because why not complete the stress trifecta?). And somehow, through all the grief, exhaustion, and WHAT IS HAPPENING TO MY LIFE?! I learned to identify the brachial plexus and spell “sternocleidomastoid” like a pro.
But even in the chaos, there were moments of light—friends who showed up with casseroles, teachers who gave me grace, and a community that held me together when I felt like I was falling apart.
Now, here I am: officially an LMT. Licensed Massage Therapist—or, as I like to think of it, a professional untangler. My job is to find what’s stuck—whether it’s a tight shoulder, an aching heart, or a soul that’s forgotten how to breathe—and help it move again.
This new chapter feels like a mix of everything I love: energy work, creativity, intuition, and connection. It’s like all the little breadcrumbs I’ve been following have led me here, to this moment.
And now, I’m ready to help people untangle what’s stuck, find their own breadcrumbs, and move forward—lighter, freer, and maybe even a little magical.
This isn’t just a new chapter in my life—it’s a whole new book. One filled with energy, creativity, and the quiet magic of healing. And it all started with a moment in a coffee shop, when the universe whispered, This is your path. Follow it.
And so I did. And now, I’m here—ready to help others follow theirs.