Friday I drove into Houston not knowing where I would stay for the night.
In this season of my life I’m taking care of my mother. Period. One of those responsibilities is her Steamboat Bills in Texas. It does well, but the management needs corporate support so I’ll be commuting 3 days a week unless I feel led to move the kiddos and myself out here.
When I arrived Friday I went straight to the restaurant to access the condition, meet the staff and watch through the rush.
Just a day before I made the 4 hour trip to Mississippi to handle up on some business for my mother’s property there. I came right back and left for Texas. Needless to say my body was sore. I couldn’t move my neck much.
So Friday I didn’t attempt to do much more than host through the rush.
After working at the restaurant for a few hours I checked my Airbnb booking to find out they didn’t accept my reservation.
So I went to a few hotels and found that they were booked due to the Rodeo. I tried booking other Airbnbs only to find out I was shit out of luck. There was nowhere to stay within 45 miles of me. So I booked the only thing on Airbnb left for instant book. It took me 1.5 hours to get to my place. On the way I was dropping into my victimhood. Like wtf!!!
“I’m tired and sore from driving over 12 hours in a few days. Is God speaking?”, I thought.
So I cried my tears and trusted I was being guided. When things are that difficult there’s always something deeply spiritual pulling me.
It was really hard. The interstates in Houston are a maze. My GPS will look like it’s guiding me off of one exit but it wasn’t!
I contacted my Airbnb host. “Is this safe? I’m lost!!!” I said after the GPS kept leading me to some road surrounded by woods and nothing else.
With my host’s guidance, by 10pm I made it to a historic Airbnb. The next morning I woke up feeling clear, happy, at peace.
Little did I know that God led me to a portal of a town with crystal shops and historic old town vibes everywhere. People were walking and enjoying a pace I hadn’t experienced in a long time. It was an ancient energy.
I saw a psychic shop so I booked an appointment. I don’t know why I do this. I always end up with answers I already know. “You have a message in your art, but your in hermit mode. People need it. It’s more for others than yourself.”, she told me about my book. It’s time to put it out. I know.
I’m here in Houston on a mission but it’s deeper than I my own understanding.
Saturday, I was hurting too bad to work the shift at steamboats. I have to earn their respect so if I’m not working hard because of neck pain they won’t remember me well for my first trip. I need to be on my shit and ready for anything.
So I was in and out.
To spend my time I decided to hit a show at the heights theater where my friends and I went to see Trevor hall a few weeks ago.
Before I went in I text a few people on Bumble “taking myself on a date at the heights. Come join me if you want.”
One took the offer. He’s an African immigrant. He walked in at the opening act and I smelt the aroma of trees on him.
“Let’s go smoke”, I suggested. So we hopped in his Mercedes and relaxed into the medicine. He showed me his social profile. He’s a fabulous writer who studied psychology.
Landing in Colorado years ago, he told me that he felt he had been here in a past life as a slave. I reassured him In my past life multiple mediums told me I was setting slaves free.
“You look like the type”, he expressed.
“You want to meditate?”, I asked. “Are you going to hypnotize me?”, he joked as he laid back in the drivers seat. I dropped him in for 5 minutes before he sat up and smiled. Afterwards I read my work and we talked about our journeys.
“Something called me here. I have to go help my friend move, but I had some time in between. You were 10 minutes away.”, he told me.
He left shortly after to help a friend so I hopped out and went back into the heights to listen to one of the most epic artists. I have been searching all morning for her name. The show was so wonderful. I will find it and share soon.
I was by myself, front of stage evoking the celebration of this womens expression.
Afterwards she told me she would look into the crowd and see me hyped up at the same time she was deep in the flow. “I felt it!”, I told her. It was just what I needed.
All in all, I’m doing well. This next phase feels authentic.
They say that success doesn’t just come to the hard working. It comes to those who feel safe in that work. My nervous system has been so acclimated to the hustle that I feel like I’m in my element when I’m busting my ass. I know when and how to take breaks obviously. And I know when to get in there.
This season of my life is about the grind, but it’s different than before. I’m grounded. I know the outcome already. It’s going to be fun.
Here’s to another chapter in the life of….
Paige Elliott 🙏✨
PS- Yoga Fest is happening April 12-13 at Drew Park.
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