When Queen Bey Becomes Your Therapist: A Lesson in Self-Care, Last-Minute Decisions, and Bleacher Row 2 Magic

Let me set the scene: It was one of those weeks. You know the kind—overflowing inbox, back-to-back meetings, deadlines dancing on the edge of your sanity. I was running on fumes, managing big things, dreaming even bigger, but forgetting the very thing that fuels it all—me.

Enter: Jonathan.

If you don’t have a friend like Jonathan in your life, find one. Someone who sees your exhaustion in the spaces between your smiles. Someone who gently nudges you, even pushes you, toward joy. He floated the idea: “Beyoncé’s in town. You should go.” I brushed it off with the usual: “Too busy. Too last-minute. Too much going on.” But something in me whispered, Maybe too overdue?

Next thing I know, I’ve snagged a last-minute ticket. And not just any ticket—Row. Number. Two. On the bleachers. Close enough to feel the bass in my chest and the energy vibrating through the crowd like electricity.

I showed up for Beyoncé, but really, I was showing up for me.

And let me tell you, I didn’t realize how much I needed to move, to scream lyrics at the top of my lungs, to feel alive outside of emails and strategy meetings. I needed to dance like nobody was watching (except, well… 60,000+ people and a few thousand iPhone cameras). I needed to feel joy without a goal attached.

That night wasn’t about productivity. It was about presence.

As entrepreneurs, leaders, and relentless dream-chasers, we often trick ourselves into thinking rest is a reward instead of a requirement. But that concert reminded me of a vital truth: Mental health relaxation isn’t optional—it’s the quiet fuel behind every bold move, every clear decision, every burst of innovation.

I left the stadium that night lighter. Not because Beyoncé healed me (although, let’s be honest, she kind of did), but because I gave myself permission to step away. To prioritize joy. To follow spontaneity into something sacred.

So here’s your reminder: Sometimes, the most strategic move you can make isn’t another meeting, call, or late night. Sometimes, it’s buying the ticket. Grabbing the seat. Dancing in the bleachers. And letting yourself be fully in the moment.

Thank you, Jonathan. Thank you, Beyoncé. And thank you, self, for choosing joy when I needed it most.