Today started with a chair.
But not just any chair — my birthing chair.
I saw it online, and something about it pulled me in. The carved wood, the soulful imperfections, the kind of object that speaks to a deeper part of you without needing words. I sent the picture to Miki. She replied, “Ooh yeah, you should get it. Then you can sit there as you birth new ideas. lol”
And just like that, I was sold. I texted back, “I’m picking up my birthing chair tomorrow 😂🤪” — and the seed of this story was planted.
Rain, Roadblocks & Realizations
It was a typical North Carolina August afternoon — rain gently painting the roads as I drove to pick up the chair. I didn’t know I needed that drive until I was in it. After two straight weeks of overworking, I was finally breathing again.
Of course, nothing is ever linear.
I took a wrong exit, which added 10 extra minutes. My low tire pressure warning kept blinking, and my car reminded me I was -4,000 miles overdue for service. Instead of stressing, I tried to laugh. I was literally driving through chaos for this chair — but wasn’t that the metaphor?
Birthing anything — an idea, a shift, a new version of yourself — is never tidy.
Tire Trouble, Tiny Miracles
At the tire center, they told me they don’t patch anymore — only plugs. That didn’t feel right to me, so I searched again. Another shop, no one at the desk. I waited, I gave it a chance, then I trusted my instinct and left.
Eventually, I decided to go home. But not before making a call to the dealership and booking a full service appointment — tires, oil, all of it. Finally, I felt like I was taking care of me.
The Throne of New Beginnings
And now, the chair is here. She’s not just a piece of furniture. She’s a symbol.
Every time I sit on her, I will remember:
I am the birther of my ideas.
I am the creator of my life.
I am smart.
Not because someone told me so — but because I finally believe it.
Like I told Miki yesterday, I never really believed I was smart. People made me feel small. Not going to college. Past bosses. Exes. But the truth? I’ve built my life from scratch, I’ve made it through storms, and now I choose to work smarter — not harder. To create with intention. To live with freedom. And to stop waiting for permission.
A Note to You (and Me)
If you’re spiraling, stuck, or sitting in traffic with warning lights flashing — trust that beautiful things are still unfolding.
Sometimes the sacred comes disguised as a Facebook Marketplace find.
Sometimes a detour is divine timing.
Sometimes a chair is not a chair —
It’s a throne for your rebirth.
