My neck hurts. My neck always hurts. My back hurts too. I’ve accepted the constant stiffness and discomfort as a normal part of my life. On an annual basis (or when I find an especially amazing deal that won’t put a huge dent in my bank account), I get a massage. Massages are so amazing. I like the deep tissue kind, where the therapist uses her smooth forearm or elbow to relieve the ache. The slow, relaxing kind that hurts so good—when she moves her hands in repetitive, long motions that affect only that part, leaving the rest of me completely still. The kind where I know the therapist knows what she is doing, can identify my problem areas, and get rid of them in an unhurried way. The toxins built up by stress are all escaping, leaving me like new. When beautiful music or nature sounds are playing in the dimly lit room, and the aromatherapy massage oil makes me feel like all is right in the world. What could be bad about any of this? I bought one such deal last Octob...
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I'm taking your mom with me to audition for a new game show from the Deal or No Deal people. It's called 20Q.
It should be fun even if we don't win or get picked. I'm trying to do tons of things outside of my comfort zone...