Massage
Who doesn't love a massage? Ok, I'll admit, it takes me awhile to warm up to them. I'm one of those people that has an overly large personal space bubble. And let's be honest, if a massage therapist isn't all up in your personal space, then they aren't doing their job.
So I'm laying there on the table under this nice soft blanket, wearing nothing but my panties (nice ones of course, because even though the therapist isn't actually going to see them, I feel like I should be wearing something nice for the occasion). The room is warm, there is relaxing music playing, and I feel like I might fall asleep. Enter the massage therapist, which immediately triggers my personal bubble awareness alarm. "REALLY?" I ask my brain in that exasperated tone I take with myself sometimes. "You know this is going to feel amazing, and you know your're going to love it. So shut up, relax, and enjoy this week's display of love for yourself." Eventually my brain quiets down and I get to the point where I could care less about my personal bubble. I'm sure the aroma of the massage oils and the hot towels have something to do with it. I don't know when hot towels laying on your back became one of the most fantastic things EVER, but they are.
Thirty minutes later it was over. . .and I was jello. I spent the rest of the evening melted into my couch and then went to bed at 9pm. It was bliss. I'm pretty sure I'll work a few more massages into the next 50 weeks.
How have you love yourself this week?
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