Today started normal and ended normal, but the middle? The middle was pure chaos inside my own head.
I started with my non-negotiable Glow Getter routine, got my morning vlog recorded and loaded, and headed off to therapy. I was actually in a different mood than usual, probably because for two nights in a row I somehow managed a sleep score over 90. That’s basically a unicorn sighting in my world.
After therapy, I came home and maintenance was here fixing my furnace. I am beyond grateful that annoying noise is finally gone, but having people in my space completely threw off my flow for the day. You know how you have a plan in your head and then one little thing shifts and suddenly your entire brain decides it doesn’t know what it’s doing anymore? Yeah. That.
While I was walking out of therapy, a friend texted me. This is where today’s lesson comes in: learning to decode. My intuition knew exactly what was happening. My nervous system knew exactly what was happening. But because I second-guess myself, I froze. By the time I finished overthinking and decoded what I already knew, the moment had passed. Such is life in Lynette’s world. The funny part is my decoding was correct. I just didn’t trust it fast enough.
My goal for the day was to organize my bedroom and bathroom. Going through stuff is so damn hard. Every box feels like a memory. Every pile feels like a decision. I made it through about half of it before my focus packed its bags and left.
Somewhere in the middle of all that, I was texting Klara trying to coordinate schedules, moving furniture back into place now that the furnace work was done, and attempting to convince myself I was still being productive.
Then I was supposed to meet up with my girl, go live, and do some microneedling. But honestly? I just couldn’t do it. I was emotionally spent. Nothing was wrong. I was simply out of bandwidth.
The bright spot in the middle of the day was my lash appointment, dermaplane, and cleaning up all the dead skin from my latest plasma fibroblast treatment. My appointment was supposed to be at 3:30, but my girl had a cancellation and got me in early. The first thing she said was, “Girl, you are seriously looking younger every month I see you.” Then she started talking about how strong and healthy my skin is becoming and laughing because we needed to wet my baby hairs before putting the headband on.
I am not gonna lie, I loved every second of that conversation.
The Glow Getter routine has been doing something special. Not just physically, but mentally and emotionally too. The glow isn’t just showing up in my skin anymore. It’s showing up everywhere.
After fighting crazy weather and driving home, I was completely exhausted. Self-care is weird like that lately. It drains me in the best possible way because it forces me to slow down, and apparently slowing down takes more energy than running around like a lunatic.
Of course Evan wanted butter chicken for dinner, because if that boy could survive on butter chicken alone, he probably would.
Now I’m laying in bed messaging clients about the changes they’ve noticed since starting their own Glow journeys with me. Watching other people experience shifts in their bodies, minds, and confidence is honestly one of my favorite parts of what I do.
And to wrap up the night, my girl and I came to the conclusion that the men in our lives are all acting weird lately. We don’t understand it. We can’t explain it. We’ve analyzed it from every possible angle.
At this point all we can really do is laugh, shake our heads, and keep moving forward.
Some days are big growth days. Some days are moving furniture, decoding texts too late, getting your lashes done, eating butter chicken, and trying to figure out why everyone is weird.
Today was definitely the second one.
