Lauren Romari Diary of a dog groomer

Lauren Romari Diary of a dog groomer A story of a young Aussie dog groomer taking the plunge into become a small business owner. Nostalgia of the good times, bad and hair everywhere inbetween.

Learning life lessons & growing as my salon grew. It was always kismet.

Chapter 19 – What Business Am I In?For 23 years now, whenever I’m at a party or a gathering, people eventually ask me, “...
02/08/2026

Chapter 19 – What Business Am I In?

For 23 years now, whenever I’m at a party or a gathering, people eventually ask me, “So… what do you do? What business are you in?”

Without hesitation, I’d proudly answer, “I’m a dog groomer!” 🐶✂️

It’s only been over the last 12 months that something has changed.

Now, when people ask me that same question and I answer, “Dog groomer,” a strange sensation washes over me. It makes me feel… small. Almost like I’m in between chapters of my life.

Don’t get me wrong—I LOVE my job. But it’s a job.

I’m really starting to feel as though I’m more than just a dog groomer.

I’ve had this feeling that there’s something I haven’t tapped into yet… a creation, an idea, or a purpose that’s still waiting to be explored.

I’m waking up to a personal journey of growth and realising this is only the beginning of something much bigger. I’m open to learning new things.

Who knows… I might even change the grooming industry for future generations. 🤯

So, searching for answers, Nathan and I recently attended a Greatness in Business seminar.

Picture a room packed with over 1,000 people, all crammed in shoulder to shoulder…

Now, if you’ve read my earlier chapters, you’ll know I’ve struggled in both the past and present with anxiety in crowded places. My biggest fear? Throwing up in public and drawing attention to myself.

Ironically… I’ve only ever thrown up in public once—and I was two years old! 😂 So this fear is completely made up in my own mind.

Halfway through the seminar, I had a panic attack.

My throat felt like it was closing over, my body became hot, my palms were sweating, my heart was racing, and I knew I needed to control my breathing. 😮‍💨

Yes… I’ve been taught box breathing and every other breathing technique under the sun… but in the moment, it all goes straight out the window.

For some reason, when you’re anxious, time decides to move at a snail’s pace.

I’m trying to focus on what the speakers are saying, but my brain is screaming…

“Get up. Find the nearest exit!”

It’s all in my mind…

Chill, Loz… breathe.

Then the speaker shared something that stopped me in my tracks.

“The only true natural fear we’re born with is the fear of falling.”

Everything else… fear of failure, fear of embarrassment, fear of judgement, fear of rejection… is learned. It’s created through experiences, family, friends, and the stories we tell ourselves.

That brought me peace.

Slowly, my breathing settled.

Time sped up again.

And then came the next question…

“What do you do?”

Immediately I answered…

“Dog groomer.”

The speaker asked again…

“Okay… but what do you do?”

Again…

“Dog groomer.”

I was thinking… Isn’t it obvious? 😂

Then they asked a third time…

“BUT… what do you do?”

By this stage I was getting frustrated.

I knew they weren’t asking about my job.

It was a metaphor.

But I didn’t know the answer.

I was trying to find the answer.

I knew I was more than a dog groomer.

It was sitting right there… on the tip of my tongue.

What am I?

What business am I really in?

Fast forward to Tuesday—my first day back at work after what felt like a personal awakening.

I’d made a promise to myself.

To keep stepping into uncomfortable situations.

To let the rooms I feel I don’t belong in become my new normal.

To stop letting anxiety make decisions for me.

I walked into my salon that morning.

Before I even reached the door, familiar faces greeted me.

“Morning, Lauren!”

Inside were all our regular furry clients, wagging their tails, each with their own little personalities that I’ve come to know and love over the years.

These people…

These dogs…

They’ve all been such a huge part of my journey.

And then it hit me.

What do I do?

I’m in the business of building a community.

A community of people I welcome as an extension of my family and friends.

I’ve become just as much a part of their lives as they’ve become part of mine over the last 18 years in business.

We’ve celebrated the happy moments together.

We’ve supported one another through difficult times.

We’ve cried together during those heartbreaking goodbyes when a beloved fur baby crosses the Rainbow Bridge. 🌈

The dogs who walk through our doors don’t just have a groomer.

They have relationships.

They have friendships with our team.

Our clients don’t come to us simply because we wash and clip dogs.

They come because of the experience.

Because they trust us.

Because they know we’ll care for their fur babies as if they were our own.

And it’s not just our clients.

It’s my staff too.

We’re a team.

Together, we’re unstoppable.

This… right here… is why I do what I do.

I’m not just a dog groomer anymore.

I have a responsibility to my community to continue building, growing, and creating something even bigger.

Because as we grow, we can help more people, care for more pets, support more families, and create even stronger friendships within our community.

The moment that realisation hit me—what I’ll simply call a little message from the universe—it unlocked a river of ideas.
I have an obligation!

Business ideas.

Products.

Systems.

Projects.

Ways we could help even more people.

What started as a business seminar became something far more valuable.

It became an awakening.

An awakening to personal growth.

To recognising the limitations we place on ourselves through fear, judgement, and self-doubt.

Nathan and I decided that if we’re serious about growing, then it’s time to take the business—and ourselves—to the next level.

So later that week, we signed up for the next boot camp.

One lesson that stuck with me was MAIA…

Massive And Immediate Action.

No more waiting.

No more “one day.”

No more talking ourselves out of opportunities before we’ve even tried.

I’m excited to see what the next 12 months will bring.

Maybe nothing changes.

Maybe everything changes.

But one thing I know for certain…

The little girl who simply wanted to groom dogs all those years ago has grown into someone who’s beginning to realise she was never just building a grooming salon…

She was building a community.

And I have a feeling…

This chapter is only the beginning. ❤️

Aaron Sansoni
Barkin Beautiful Grooming Studio

23/07/2026

Next 4 days will be big!

🐾 Chapter 18 – The Hardest Goodbye ❤️Early Monday morning, 16th March…I had a nightmare.Nathan and I were in a car park ...
20/07/2026

🐾 Chapter 18 – The Hardest Goodbye ❤️

Early Monday morning, 16th March…

I had a nightmare.

Nathan and I were in a car park playing catch with Macy, my soul dog.

But while I sat on the edge of the gutter, there was a gun beside me.

A lady was walking towards us to put Macy down.

I kept crying…

“She’s not ready!”

Nathan didn’t think she was either. We were both worried the lady coming to do it would be upset.

I woke shaking.

Like I always do after vivid dreams, I wrote it in my dream journal.

Then I got on with my day…

Until…



It was Tuesday morning.

Just another normal Tuesday.

I woke early and headed out for my sunrise walk.

The sky was painted with beautiful pink clouds over the glassy bay. Those walks had become my therapy. I convinced myself that if I started the day peacefully, everything at work would somehow run smoothly too.

There was an ongoing joke in our salon that Tuesdays were cursed.

Being open Tuesday to Friday meant Tuesday was always the day I’d nervously look at my phone wondering…

Who’s called in sick?

Whose kids are sick?

What’s the latest weekend drama?

How many dogs have cancelled today?

So my walks became my reset button.

Fresh air.

Good music.

Positive mindset.

I came home feeling ready for another busy day.

Jett and Moo came racing over for breakfast.

Macy didn’t.

My almost eleven-year-old girl stayed curled up in her bed.

“Macy… breakfast.”

Nothing.

Eventually she slowly crawled off her bed and stood hiding around the corner.

At first I thought she’d chewed something up.

That guilty little look…

She’d done it before.

“Macy, come.”

She was my soul dog.

She always came when I called.

She tried…

But instead she stumbled sideways into the couch.

My stomach dropped.

Something was terribly wrong.

I rushed over and lifted her lip.

Her gums were white.

Not pale.

White.

I instantly felt sick.

This was the dog that had barely been sick a day in her life.

I woke Nathan.

He wasn’t convinced.

“The vet isn’t even open yet.”

I rang anyway.

Left messages.

Argued with Nathan over whether I was overreacting or whether I should drive straight to the emergency vet.

By the time I’d get there…

Our local vet would be open.

So that’s where we went.

Macy walked into the clinic herself.

I couldn’t explain it.

I just knew.

I told the vet,

“I don’t know what’s wrong… but something isn’t right.”

They examined her and decided to run blood tests.

I left her there feeling strangely confident.

I’d caught it early.

Maybe she’d picked up a bug.

Maybe she’d need some medication.

She’d be okay.

I drove to work.



A few hours later my phone rang.

The vet suspected IMHA.

Immune-Mediated Hemolytic Anaemia.

I’d never even heard of it.

Macy’s own immune system had mistaken her red blood cells for the enemy.

It was destroying them faster than her body could replace them.

Without red blood cells…

There wasn’t enough oxygen reaching her organs.

Her body was literally attacking itself.

She stayed overnight.

The next day I expected to be greeted by my usual happy girl.

Instead…

She walked out of the clinic looking even sicker than when she’d gone in.

The vet assured me,

“She’ll look worse before she gets better.”

They handed me steroids and medications and told me to keep trying to get food into her.

I smiled.

But deep down…

I didn’t think she’d make it through the night.



Thursday, 19th March.

Nathan sent me a video.

Macy’s breathing was delayed.

Slow.

Heavy.

Wrong.

I wanted her with me.

So Nathan brought her down to the salon.

I’ll never forget watching him carry her through the front door.

The moment she saw me…

Her little tail wagged.

She was home.

She loved the salon.

She quietly lay under the grooming table all day while I worked around her.

But I couldn’t stop looking at her gums.

They were turning yellow.

Jaundiced.

This wasn’t getting better.

I’d caught it early.

I did everything right.

How was she getting worse this quickly?

When we got home I helped her outside to go to the toilet.

She could barely walk.

Moo and Jett quietly sniffed her.

Animals know.

They always know.

That afternoon my dog food order arrived.

Inside was a brand-new ball.

I’d bought it especially for Macy.

Anyone who knew her knew her absolute favourite thing in the world was chasing a ball.

I lay beside her bed.

Holding it.

Rolling it gently towards her.

She didn’t move.

She just sniffed it.

That broke me.



I rang the vet again.

She told me to get to the emergency hospital immediately.

She explained that the only chance Macy had was multiple blood transfusions.

Ten…

Maybe fifteen thousand dollars.

Nathan and I had always said we’d never spend that sort of money on an older dog.

Not once they reached ten.

Easy to say…

Until it’s your dog.

Until it’s your heart.

Nathan looked at me and simply said,

“Stuff it.

She’s worth it.”

I felt hope flood back into my body.

We’ll do it.

We’ll save her.

Money didn’t matter.

She mattered.

We rushed to the emergency hospital.

As I pulled into the car park…

My heart sank.

It looked exactly like my dream.

I’d never been there before.



They took Macy straight through.

I sat waiting.

Instead of calling me back into the waiting room…

The vet asked me to come into a private room.

I already knew.

He spoke gently.

It was definitely IMHA.

Even with blood transfusions…

Her organs were already shutting down.

I asked him,

“What would you do if she was your dog?”

He told me he’d owned four Staffordshire Bull Terriers.

He wouldn’t put them through it.

Even if she survived, she’d never be the same dog again.

He offered to check her blood levels one final time.

They needed to be over twenty to have any real chance.

He came back into the room.

“Is your husband here?”

Nathan walked in.

The vet quietly looked at us.

“Nine.”

That was it.

I completely fell apart.

How?

How could a dog who was running around chasing balls all weekend…

Be dying just days later?

I’d done everything right.

I’d acted immediately.

Why couldn’t I fix this?

For the first time…

I realised I had absolutely no control.



We did have one choice.

Just not the one I wanted.

The kindest thing we could do…

Was let her go.

She’d been by my side for almost eleven years.

Through business.

Through life.

Through heartbreak.

Through every chapter.

Nathan went to collect the kids.

She deserved every one of us there to say goodbye.



The room was beautiful.

Soft lighting.

A candle burning quietly.

Macy lay peacefully on a blanket with oxygen resting gently beneath her nose.

The vet told us to take as much time as we needed.

I wrapped my arms around her.

Held her as tightly as I could.

I thanked her.

For everything.

For loving me.

For teaching me.

For never leaving my side.

Then I whispered something I’ll never forget.

“Find your way back to me one day.”

She passed away…

Before the green needle was even given.

As we walked out, I turned around one last time.

She looked peaceful.

Like she could simply jump off the table and follow us home.



That night…

I cried harder than I’ve ever cried in my entire life.

I couldn’t stop.

I couldn’t breathe.

I replayed every moment over and over.

What if I’d noticed earlier?

What if I’d taken her straight to the emergency vet?

What if…

What if…

What if…

The answer was always the same.

Nothing.

There was nothing I could have changed.



On Saturday Nathan and I walked beside the water.

I still couldn’t believe she’d gone.

I cried the entire walk.

It felt like I wasn’t just grieving Macy.

It felt like years of buried grief from every other trauma in my life had finally found a way out.

Later I took Moo and Jett into the salon for baths.

I thought it’d be easier going in while nobody else was there.

I was wrong.

Halfway there, Pets in Peace rang.

They had Macy in their care.

I broke down again.

When I arrived, our dog trainer was running classes and a few of my staff were grooming their own dogs.

They all came over and hugged me.

Anyone who knows me knows…

I’m not really a hugger.

But that day…

I needed every single one.

I couldn’t breathe.

The panic attacks kept coming.



Then something happened I’ll never forget.

As I stood over the bath washing Moo and Jett…

Tears pouring down my face…

A thought entered my mind so clearly it almost felt like someone had whispered it into my ear.

“Aren’t you lucky… that you got to love someone that much?” ❤️

In that moment…

Everything shifted.

We spend so much of our lives trying to control what happens next.

Trying to protect the people and animals we love.

Trying to prepare for every possible outcome.

But life doesn’t work like that.

The universe doesn’t promise us forever.

It simply gives us the opportunity to love.

Really love.

And when we lose that love…

The depth of our grief is simply proof of how deeply we were lucky enough to feel it.

Macy taught me that life can change in a single day.

That tomorrow is never guaranteed.

That the ball doesn’t always get thrown one more time.

So tell people you love them.

Take the holiday.

Throw the ball.

Laugh louder.

Play longer.

Take the chances.

Because one ordinary Tuesday…

Your whole world can change.

Thank you, Macy.

For every muddy paw print.

Every wagging tail.

Every lesson.

And for teaching me that the greatest pain we’ll ever feel…

Is simply the price we pay for loving so deeply.

And honestly…

I’d choose every second with you all over again. ❤️

🐾 Chapter 17 – The Dog Distribution CentreI’m starting to open my eyes to the fact that maybe… just maybe… the universe ...
19/07/2026

🐾 Chapter 17 – The Dog Distribution Centre

I’m starting to open my eyes to the fact that maybe… just maybe… the universe really does have plans for us.

The Dog Distribution Centre 🐶

You’ve probably heard of the Cat Distribution System… you know, the joke that random cats somehow find their way into your life and decide they’ve adopted you.

Well…

I somehow seem to have the dog version of it. 😂

Over my 23 years of grooming, I’ve somehow acquired two dogs from clients who could no longer keep them. Both ended up with my mum, who desperately needed a little furry companion to warm the couch.

The first was Bowie, a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel named after David Bowie because he had one blue eye and one brown eye. He became Mum’s absolute shadow and helped her through some of the darkest times in her life.

Then, on Christmas Day in 2020, Bowie suddenly collapsed from a heart condition and passed away.

Mum was absolutely heartbroken.

Dad knew how much she was hurting. He’s never really been a “dog person”… although, let’s be honest, he’s probably less cuddly than most dogs. 😂

Twelve months passed.

Then one of my regular clients asked if I knew anyone who would be interested in adopting her six-year-old Cavoodle. She had originally been kept for breeding, but Luna had absolutely zero interest in becoming a mum.

Honestly… same girl. 🤣

Without even thinking I said, “Yep! I’ll take her.”

Best impulsive decision ever.

I rang my sister and said, “Guess what I’m about to do…”

I’d acquired a Cavoodle and was about to surprise Mum and Dad.

I felt so cheeky.

I walked around to the backyard, unclipped Luna’s lead and she ran straight inside.

Mum was used to me bringing clients’ dogs home while dropping them off, so she casually asked,

“Who’s this?”

Meaning… what’s her name?

“Luna…”

“…Your new dog!” 😂

I was expecting tears of happiness.

Instead…

Nothing.

She looked completely shocked.

I think she was more worried about Dad’s reaction because he’d never really wanted another dog in the first place.

Meanwhile Dad was sitting on the couch talking on the phone.

Luna marched straight over and climbed all over him while he absentmindedly patted her, still thinking she’d just come home with me before being dropped back to her owners.

Thankfully I’d filmed the whole thing for my sister.

Dad finally got off the phone.

“So… who’s this?”

Still patting her.

“This is Luna…”

“…She’s your new dog.”

Mum stood nervously in the corner waiting for him to lose his mind.

Instead…

Green flag. ✅

“Aren’t you sweet,” he said.

Knowing my father…

She was in.

Keeper.

Congratulations Mum. 😂

I watched Mum’s face completely light up.

That was four years ago now.

And somehow, out of their three daughters…

Luna has become the favourite child. 🤣



My Unexpected Bundle of Joy ❤️

Which brings me to my own unexpected little gift from the universe.

Since 2024 we’d been grooming one of our regular clients, a miniature Schnauzer named Jett.

He’d been adopted by a retired couple who’d owned four Schnauzers throughout their lives.

Jett was an ex-stud dog, but honestly, you’d never know it.

He was the definition of a gentleman.

Beautiful nature.

Quiet.

Sweet.

Not your stereotypical stud dog at all.

They even had him desexed at five years old so he could come to our doggy daycare for his weekly bath and blow dry.

And unlike every other male dog in existence…

He didn’t c**k his leg on absolutely everything.

Honestly…

Unheard of.

A complete unicorn. 🦄

For nearly two years we’d pick him up every week and drop him home afterwards.

His owners couldn’t walk very well anymore, but that certainly didn’t stop them spoiling Jett.

Online shopping was basically their love language.

Boxes arriving constantly.

Twenty beds.

About twenty collars.

Twenty harnesses.

Different outfits for every possible occasion.

The little bloke lived better than most humans.

One afternoon, after dropping him home, his owner quietly asked,

“If anything ever happens to us… do you think you could take Jett?”

I laughed.

“Of course! I love him! There’d be a whole team of us wanting him… but I’m sure you’ll both be fine.”

Fast forward another twelve months…

January 2026.

Zakaria, my stepdaughter, had gone to do Jett’s usual morning pickup.

She’d barely arrived when his wife started screaming for help.

She couldn’t get herself out of her recliner.

Zakaria rushed inside to find her husband semi-conscious with vomit all over him.

She grabbed a bucket, called the ambulance and rang me straight away.

I told her to stay there until the paramedics arrived.

She helped clean him up, changed his shirt and gathered some belongings because we all knew they would both be heading to hospital.

Which meant…

Jett was coming home with me.

(At this point I was seriously hoping I hadn’t somehow manifested this conversation twelve months earlier.)

The only problem…

I already had two very bonded dogs.

Now I was bringing home a Schnauzer.

Nathan had repeatedly told me,

“If you bring another animal home, I’ll divorce you.”

Yeah…

Right. 😂

So naturally…

I brought home another dog.

Really…

What’s the difference between two dogs and three? 😜

I didn’t even think about introducing him to Lucifer, our cat.

They literally walked straight past each other.

I don’t even think Jett had ever seen a cat before.

He probably just thought Lucifer was the weirdest-looking dog he’d ever met.

Jett fitted in immediately.

Like he’d always belonged there.



We fostered Jett while his owners remained in hospital.

For weeks it was touch and go.

Then there was silence.

No updates.

Finally, I got the call.

They wouldn’t be returning home.

They were both moving permanently into a nursing home.

They begged me to keep Jett.

Nathan’s response?

“No. We’ll find him another home.”

The couple continued paying for Jett’s food deliveries, and we inherited enough toys, beds, collars and harnesses to open our own pet shop.

Nathan still refused to admit Jett was staying.

In fact…

He stopped calling him Jett altogether.

He renamed him Frank because apparently, “He just looks like a Frank.” 😂

I disagreed.

Frank sounds like he’d be riding a Harley and yelling at the neighbours.

This little gentleman was soft, quiet and gentle.

Nothing like our full-throttle Frenchie Moo or our crazy little Toy Bulldog, Macy.

Somehow…

It all worked.

We walked them together.

Jett slowly lost his big belly after cutting back on all the treats.

I even gave him a little makeover.

His beard was permanently wet and smelled… interesting.

So I gave him an Asian Fusion style and shaved underneath his chin.

Problem solved. 😆

This little man completely made himself at home.

Like he’d always been meant to find us.

Like he wasn’t just another dog…

He was an old soul sent for healing, companionship and comfort.

Little did I know…

He’d arrived at exactly the right time.

Because within eight weeks of Jett walking into our home…

Our whole world changed forever.

🌌 Chapter 16 – When the Universe Says… “Time to Level Up.” 🎮I’ve been pretty quiet on here since my last chapter.The fac...
12/07/2026

🌌 Chapter 16 – When the Universe Says… “Time to Level Up.” 🎮

I’ve been pretty quiet on here since my last chapter.

The fact is… I’ve been struggling.

The universe is a funny thing. It’s like one giant game of tests and trials to see if you can level up.

If you’ve read my last chapters, you’ll know I’ve been through a lot over my 18 years in business.

For some reason, I’ve always felt there was more out there for me… this little nagging voice saying, “Come on, let’s do more!” Or… maybe it’s just ADHD. 😂

Whatever it is, it’s led me to experience some amazing things. I’ve grown my business, opened doors I never thought I could, and built confidence I never imagined I’d have. Looking back at the anxious teenager who couldn’t even answer the phone without breaking into a sweat… I don’t even recognise her anymore.

But what I’m only just starting to figure out is this…

Life is a game.

The universe is incredibly powerful, and what you put out, you get back. Your thoughts really do dictate your reality.

The past 18 months have taught me that.

After turning 40, everything seemed to go my way. I honestly felt like I was at the top of my game. Then, just as quickly as it all came together, it felt like the universe tapped me on the shoulder and said…

“Alright Loz… time to face a few challenges before you can unlock the next level.” 😂

You know when you’re playing a video game and you’re gripping the controller so hard your hands hurt? You’re sitting on the edge of your seat, dodging everything coming at you with your slick moves, tongue sticking out because somehow that makes you play better? 🤣

Well… little did I know that 2025 and the first quarter of 2026 would become exactly that.

One giant boss level.

I risked it all by taking on another location. More staff. More responsibility. More dramas with the old owners.

My reputation took a massive hit.

My confidence went from knowing exactly what I was doing… to second-guessing every decision I made.

Some days I had to force myself not to crawl into a hole, even though that’s exactly what I felt like doing.

But deep down, I knew this wasn’t a mistake.

It was a challenge.

There had to be a lesson hiding in all of it. I just couldn’t see through the thick fog of doubt I’d created around myself and my salon.

Financially, things were getting worse.

I missed two BAS statements and decided to do what every responsible business owner shouldn’t do… close my eyes and pretend they didn’t exist. 🙈 I’d pay whatever I could each week to the tax man while making sure my staff and every other bill got paid first.

Some weeks I’d take home absolutely nothing after paying the mortgages.

Every week I slipped a little further backwards.

I was working harder.

Working longer.

Trying everything.

Yet somehow I just couldn’t get ahead.

I kept asking myself…

“What is the universe trying to tell me?”

Is this karma?

Because I genuinely try to treat people right.

After one night in tears on the phone to Nathan about the mess I’d put us in, we made the decision to combine both salons into the building we owned in August 2025.

Honestly… best decision ever.

Having everyone under one roof lifted a huge weight off my shoulders. I could finally be there for my team and put out the fires as they happened.

There was just one problem…

I was still paying the lease on the other salon.

Roughly $1,500 every single week.

I still wasn’t making enough to stay on top of my tax debt, and it just kept growing.

Then my personal tax bill arrived.

Whack!

Another hit.

Mortgages.

Rent.

Electricity.

Insurance.

One thing after another.

Only a year earlier I’d had everything under control.

Life was good.

So why did I sabotage it?

For what?

An ego boost because I liked saying I owned two salons?

Who was I trying to impress?

Then November rolled around.

Nathan rang me from work.

He’d badly injured his back while working FIFO and was coming home.

Part of me couldn’t wait to have him home.

The other part knew exactly what that meant…

There goes our second income.

Just when we were barely scraping by.

Thank goodness Christmas was around the corner.

I kept trying to stay positive.

By this point I’d pretty much turned a blind eye to the tax man. My focus was keeping the household running and making sure my staff got paid over Christmas.

Unfortunately, bills don’t stop just because it’s Christmas. 🎄

I ended up taking out more overdrafts and loans just to cover wages and everyday life.

Once again…

Another step backwards.

Then, just to add fuel to the fire… the day before we closed for Christmas, the salon flooded. 🤦‍♀️

Honestly… you couldn’t have made this stuff up if you tried.

Water everywhere.

Towels flying.

Everyone scrambling to save what we could.

And there I was standing in the middle of it all thinking…

“Seriously? Is this actually happening?”

At that point I just laughed.

What else was the universe going to throw at me?

Because apparently boss level wasn’t difficult enough already. 😂

I was drowning.

But I kept telling myself…

This is a test.

Every morning I’d force myself out of bed and go for a walk.

Keep showing up.

Keep moving.

Keep believing.

I started writing Diary of a Dog Groomer because I needed to remind myself of everything I’d already survived. I needed to let go of the past instead of dragging it around with me every day.

I kept telling myself…

I WILL get through this.

But something had to change.

After Christmas, Nathan got called back to work.

He knew his back wasn’t ready.

But we needed the money.

He lasted four days.

Five bulging discs later, I found myself trying to hold up a 6’2” man who could barely walk into the emergency department.

Back to one income.

And this time… maybe for a long while.

The pressure was on.

He was trying to work while his body was screaming at him to stop.

At the same time, I was trying to hold everything together until he got better.

Weeks went by, and I just kept putting one foot in front of the other.

Then one morning, while forcing myself out on another walk, Taylor Swift’s Out of the Woods came on.

I just cried.

Standing there looking over the bay, I realised I’d been hanging onto the hope that everything I’d gone through with the second salon… was the woods.

Surely there couldn’t be any more.

I looked out over the water and asked the universe…

“I need help.”

“Please show me what you’re trying to teach me.”

“This test has gone on long enough.”

Then my prayers were answered…

In the weirdest synchronistic way.

One of my long-time clients popped up on social media talking about strategic accounting and business planning.

Normally I would’ve just kept scrolling.

This time… something told me to listen.

When he came into the salon next, I asked if he’d have a look at our situation.

That conversation became the very first step into our new timeline.

Looking back now, asking for help was actually the first step towards changing everything.

Little did I know…

We weren’t at the end of that video game level just yet.

Turns out… the universe wasn’t finished tapping me on the shoulder.

One more boss battle was waiting around the corner… 🎮👀

✨ Chapter Summary

Sometimes life feels like it’s knocking you backwards, when really it’s getting you ready for the next level.

Looking back now, I don’t see mistakes.

I see lessons.

The hardest levels aren’t there to punish us…

They’re there to prepare us.

Sometimes the biggest level-up isn’t working harder.

It’s finally asking for help. ❤️

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