Today was Massage Day. Actually, it didn’t last all day… just an hour, after work. But I looked forward to it all day.
Before I got divorced, “massage” to me meant that I would rub my husband’s feet (with lotion!) while we watched television. Ah, but that was a long time ago- more than 4 years, in fact.
I got my first massage in October of 2007 and have been regularly treating myself ever since. I’ve had the standard “relaxation” massage, the “therapeutic” massage, the “lomi lomi” massage, the mechanical kind that happens inside one of those egg-like capsules… and reflexology too. For next time, I booked myself a “thai” massage.
While I recognize the importance of making monetary adjustments following a separation/divorce, I also realize how crucial it is to be good to yourself. Which is why my monthly massage has taken the place of my monthly haircut (and I do my own mani/pedis). The relaxing/rejuvenating effects of touch therapy make the split ends a little more tolerable (until they’re not tolerable. In which case, I take a trip to the salon). IMO, it’s well worth the sacrifice.
Lesson #Q43: Don’t forget to pamper yourself. Just a little.