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Come, come sit with me, grab yourself a drink and pull up a chair... Okay, real talk here... I am so out of sync right now, it isn't even funny. ๐Ÿ˜‚ Y'all, my year has been moving soooo fast, putting one leg out to slow it down has NOT been working. ๐Ÿ˜‚ Let me start with work. I enjoy my job, but let me tell you, it has gotten even more interesting when you throw in travel... The stories I have about the airport... making sure you have everything you need to travel with, going through security, then you get the rental car and you just never know what you are going to get. ๐Ÿ˜‚ And I haven't even started doing my job yet. Okay, you got your first week of travel done and you're on your way back home... HOME. Mmmm... but when you get there, you want to meet up with friends and family because you've been gone. You need to do laundry, and then you need to get ready for your week... This. THIS has been me for the last five months. So I am sitting here today telling...

A Quiet Reset Before the Holidays


As the year starts to turn toward winter, the world begins to speed up. The holidays come with lists and plans and expectations—meals to make, places to be, people to show up for, hearts to hold.

And sometimes, before we even realize it, our days become about everyone else.

But the soul does not move in a rush. The soul moves in quiet—in the in-between moments, in the soft spaces where no one is asking anything of us.

So every Saturday night, I take myself back there.

No salon. No appointment. No performance.

Just a warm bowl of water, a soft towel, and a slow, simple pedicure I do myself.

It’s not about how my nails look. It’s about how my spirit feels.

This is the moment I reset. This is where I exhale the week out of my body. This is where everything I’ve been holding—loosens, softens, releases.

When my feet first go into the warm water, I feel aahhh… relaxed and quiet. The noise drops away. My shoulders unlock. My breath settles. For a little while, the world pauses… and I come back to myself.


When the water cools and I dry my feet, I take my time. Lotion, slow and gentle. Not rushed. Not something to “get done.” Just a quiet moment of care.

I like the act of taking care of myself. It feels refreshing—like I am reminding my body that I matter too. It’s not dramatic. It’s not a makeover. No one sees it. No one knows. But I feel it.

Something in me resets. My heart softens. My mind unclenches. I feel like myself again.

Sometimes I read while the water cools—just a few pages of whatever book I’m lost in. What I reach for depends on how the week went. If it’s been a heavy one, I choose something soft—a romance that reminds me love can be gentle. If I need to escape, I’ll pick something that lets me drift into another world for a while.

The book doesn’t really matter. The moment does. It’s not about escaping my life—it’s about exhaling inside it.

Soft music, warm water, a drink beside me… and a book that lets me drift for a little while. Warm hands. Soft heart. A quiet reset.


Before the holidays begin—before the lists and gatherings and expectations—give yourself a moment to return to your own heart.

Even ten minutes. Even once a week. Even quietly, where no one knows but you.

Because when we return to ourselves, we can give to others without losing our peace.

Warm hands. Soft heart. A quiet reset. It’s enough. And you are enough.


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