I Found the Thing That Was Quietly Making Me Sick

And it wasn’t age, winter, or burnout. It was a hidden corner my soul kept trying to show me.

Hi friends,

I need to tell you something a little wild.

I moved my bed this week.

Not because it made sense. Not because I had a plan. I was just walking past my daybed — my bed/couch/life raft — when something in me whispered, move it.

So I did.

I dragged that thing six feet across my tiny living room.

And that’s when I saw it.

In the corner where the bed had been — the corner I thought I swept every time I cleaned — was a dusty little nest of old cat hair. Months old. Hidden behind the frame.

Directly under where I’d been sleeping.

Suddenly the whole week made sense:
the earache
the exhaustion
the fog
the way my body kept saying, enough

I wasn’t sick because of winter.
I was sick because I was sleeping over a corner that needed clearing.

And my soul said, move the bed.

Sometimes the spiritual shift is a literal one

Sometimes the breakthrough isn’t found in meditation or mantras.
Sometimes it’s found under your furniture.

Sometimes your soul saves you with something simple — a nudge you can hear if you slow down long enough.

So I moved the bed.
The whole room changed.
And so did I.

Where in your life is there a corner you haven’t looked at in a while?

My Body Had Been Trying to Tell Me for Days

Before I found the cat hair corner, I woke up feeling like a half-cooked biscuit. My ear hurt. My head was fogged. My energy tanked.

I crawled into bed at ten in the morning and stayed horizontal.
Peppermint tea. Chicken soup. A dose of NyQuil that could drop a moose.

I kept thinking,
“What about Clara?” ( the novella I am currently writing)
“What about the Notes?”
“What about showing up?”

But my body wasn’t negotiating.
It was delivering a message I hadn’t been listening to:

Something here isn’t right.

And the moment I moved that bed and cleared that hidden corner, my whole system exhaled.

The Notes That Kept Circulating Without Me

Here’s the part that still surprises me.

While I was wrapped in blankets, doing absolutely nothing,

EIGHT HUNDRED people found their way here.

I wasn’t performing.
I wasn’t strategizing.
I wasn’t trying to “grow” anything.

I was flat on my back — and my Notes took on a life of their own.

Women kept showing up.

The Real Reason People Showed Up

I’ve been sitting with this and honestly… I’m a little stunned.

While I was sick and doing nothing but sleeping and sipping soup, women kept pouring in. And the only explanation that feels true is this:

They weren’t responding to my Notes.
They were responding to my energy.

I don’t mean that in a guru way — God no.
I mean it in an “oh my God, I didn’t see this coming” way.

For months I’ve been doing this quiet inner work — softening, breathing, clearing out the noise in my own head, reconnecting with myself in a way I hadn’t done in decades. And I truly didn’t think anyone could feel that but me.

But apparently they could.

When I look back, the Notes that blew up were written on days when my inner world was calm, clean, steady. The days when I actually felt plugged into something bigger than myself.

I wasn’t trying to be profound.
I wasn’t trying to craft anything wise.
I was just writing from a place that was honest and uncluttered.

And people felt that.

Which honestly blows my mind.
I’m seventy years old and still learning that the state I’m in — the energy I’m living from — travels straight through my words.

It wasn’t effort.
It wasn’t strategy.
It wasn’t cleverness.

It was alignment.
And I didn’t understand that until this week.

Now I do.

The Lesson

Small shifts create big change.

A bed moved six feet.
A hidden corner revealed.
A body finally listened to.
A soul connection that quietly rearranged everything.
A few honest Notes told without pretense.

None of it dramatic.
None of it curated.
All of it real.

If you’re new here — welcome. Pull up a chair.
We do truth in this little corner of the internet.
We do nudges.
We do alignment.
We do soul work disguised as ordinary life.

If you’ve been with me — bless you.
Your presence is part of the magic.

And if something in your life is whispering for attention?
Listen.
Move the bed.
Clear the corner.
Trust the nudge.

Your soul knows what it’s doing.

Hit reply and tell me — what small shift is calling you right now?

Warmly,
Monica

P.S. I’m still recovering, so if I’m a little quieter this week, that’s why. But I’m here.
Clara’s waiting. And the morning glories aren’t going to paint themselves. (Current painting on the easel in progress)

A little extra, only if you’ve been feeling the nudge

This week reminded me how much small shifts matter — and how much it means to feel supported, encouraged, and grounded every day.

If you’ve been thinking about joining us as a paid subscriber, or gifting this space to a woman you love, I put together something special for the holidays.

Just a gentle invitation.
A little softness for the year ahead

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