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Chapter 1: The Wedding Favor Beginning
I never thought making soap would save me. But in a way, it did.
It started innocently—I was planning our wedding on a tight budget and wanted favors that felt personal. I'd fallen down a YouTube rabbit hole about traditional soapmaking, and something about the process captivated me. The science, the patience, the alchemy of turning oils into something nurturing.
While everyone else stressed about centerpieces, I was in my kitchen measuring coconut oil and shea butter by the gram, blending bergamot and lavender essential oils, watching the mixture trace. For the first time in months of wedding chaos, I felt... calm. Present. Like myself.
I made 80 bars for our guests. Bergamot + Lavender for calm. Each one wrapped simply, cured for six weeks. People loved them. One friend texted months later: 'I've been rationing your soap like it's liquid gold. Please tell me you're selling these.'
I wasn't. I had a demanding career that kept me on the road three weeks a month. But I kept that message.
Chapter 2: The Slow Disappearance
Two years into long work travels, I realized I'd lost something. Not dramatically—just gradually, like a shoreline eroding.
Hotel rooms. Rental cars. Airport lounges. Conference rooms. I was productive, but I felt like a ghost in my own life. Every day identical: wake up, work, sleep, repeat. The efficiency was suffocating.
Hotel bathrooms became a symbol of that disconnection. Tiny bottles of synthetic soap labeled 'rejuvenating' that left my skin tight and my mind unchanged. Everything designed for speed, nothing designed for presence.
Chapter 3: The Detroit Awakening
It happened on a work trip to Detroit. I’d had back-to-back conferences, connecting with suppliers and by evening I was depleted - that specific kind of tired when you’ve talked all day but said nothing that matters.
I stood in my hotel shower with a bar of small soap, felt nothing special. Suddenly, I remember the hand made soap I had in my bag (the one I take to the work gym).
This shifted everything.
The scent - real lavender - actually calmed my nervous system. The creamy lather and the substantial weight of the bar in my hand.
And I thought : this is what I’ve been missing. Not nature exactly, but connection to it. Not luxury, but the reminder that I’m a human being, not a productivity machine.
That five-minute shower felt like the first real breath I’d taken in months.
When I stepped out, I looked at that handmade soap on the generic bathroom counter—this beautiful, intentional thing in a space designed for efficiency. It looked so out of place. And yet, it looked like exactly what belonged there.
That's when the word came to me: Reclaim.
Not discover. Not find. Reclaim. Because I wasn't lost—I'd just been living in a way that slowly erased me. I needed to take myself back.
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