Three Years of Well Rested 🤍

Year Two Wasn’t What I Expected.

Last year, I wrote about expansion. More rooms. A growing team. Big plans.

And while some of that came to life… a lot of year two didn’t unfold the way I imagined.

Some roles changed. Some people moved on. Some structures that looked good on paper didn’t feel right in practice.

And somewhere in the middle of it all, I found myself navigating personal hardship while still trying to lead a growing business.

There was a moment, one I haven’t shared until now, where I seriously considered closing Well Rested Massage and merging with another business.

It wasn’t impulsive. It was thoughtful and carefully considered. If I was going to make a change, I wanted to do it responsibly. I wanted to make sure my clients would have continuity of care. That you could follow if you chose. That no one would feel abandoned or left without support.

Even during one of the hardest seasons of my life, you were still on my mind.

And what that reinforced for me is how deeply I care about this community and how incredibly blessed I am to have clients who feel more like extended family than appointments on a schedule.

When I was navigating uncertainty, you kept showing up. You trusted me. You supported this space.

That’s not something I take lightly.

Looking back, I’m grateful that path didn’t unfold. Sometimes unanswered conversations are their own kind of answer. Staying here was the right choice. Because staying here, in this space, is where I'm supposed to be.

Well Rested Massage didn’t begin with expansion. It began with exhaustion.

Before Well Rested Massage was even an idea, I was in a season of burnout and heartbreak. I had nowhere to go when I needed rest. No space that felt safe. No community to lean into.

There’s a lyric from Miranda Lambert’s song “Well-Rested” that stayed with me during that time: “A heart can’t be tested if it ain’t well-rested.”

That line planted something in me.

Because my heart had been tested and I realized how many people quietly carry exhaustion, grief, and overwhelm without a place to land.

So I built the place I wish I had.

A space where people could exhale. Where rest wasn’t indulgent, it was essential. Where care felt human, not transactional.

And isn’t it funny how life comes full circle?

This past year, I found myself in another season of devastating loss.

Different story. Same ache.

But this time… I wasn’t alone.

This time, I had created the very thing I once needed.

Rooms filled with warmth. A team that showed up. Clients who reminded me what community feels like.

The space built from exhaustion became the space that carried me through it.

Three years in, Well Rested Massage isn’t just something I created for others. It’s become something that carries me, too.

My team showed up for me. My clients showed up for me.

And I was reminded that this space runs on relationship not revenue. It’s not held up by one person. It’s held up by community.

Today, things look different than they did last March.

We now operate with two treatment rooms, sharing one with Karen of Still Waters Massage by Karen O'Neill, and we’ve welcomed Charles of MaxBody Solutions as a renter too. Collaboration over competition isn’t just a phrase here. It’s something we actively live. Even alongside others in the same field, there is more than enough room for mutual support.

We’ve hosted pop-ups like our drumming journey circle (which we absolutely plan to bring back), and we continue partnering with local businesses because community matters deeply to me.

Courtney and I are still here, steady. We’ve welcomed two new massage therapists who are seasoned, self-sufficient, and incredibly skilled.

As for me?

I thought year two might be the year I stepped back from the treatment room. Spoiler alert-it wasn’t. I still love being hands-on too much! I’m working full-time as a massage therapist while leading the team and having experienced, capable therapists alongside me has made that sustainable in a way I didn’t expect.

Do I have balance perfectly figured out? HA! No.

Am I still learning what real self-care looks like for me? Absolutely.

But I’m here. And I’m aligned.

Well Rested Massage may not look exactly how I once envisioned but it feels right.

And honestly, that’s even better.

Thank you for walking this journey with me. Through expansion, recalibration, hard seasons, and renewal.

Here’s to year three. 🤍

With gratitude, Tiffany