I handed over my money while thinking to myself, “I would give her my kidney if she needed one.”
That’s pretty much the best way I can describe how I feel about my massage therapist.
I’m lucky to have found a good one…the best one I would argue. She is amazing at what she does and is so reasonably priced that I can justify indulging two to three times a year.
Before every appointment, I’m like a hyped-up kid jumping into a massive ball pit. I know what awaits me, yet it feels like Nirvana every single time.
Heated table, soothing music, dim lighting, and distraction-free deep tissue massage. The kind of massage that clears your sinuses and leaves you drooling.
I used to describe the experience as a guilty pleasure – one that I could only enjoy if someone else thought I was worthy enough to receive it.
On this eleventh day of April, 2013, I declare that every parent should carve out time – however small you can manage – to take part in guiltless pleasure. Disclaimer: It must be something you’re not afraid to tell your own children about.
You have a lot less time to focus on yourself when you have children. I’m not slamming on non-parents. I’m simply speaking from experience. As a result, many of us fail to realize when our minds, bodies, and souls need a little restoration.
Consider how many hours you cart your children to their doctor appointments, recitals, sporting events, and the like. You fulfill obligations for others at home, at work, and within your community. You bargain hunt for necessities like food, clothing, and
vodka cranberries milk.
Just stop and breathe.
Even better, breathe deeply.
And think of one thing you will commit to doing for yourself so you’re not THAT mom or dad who’s threatening to leave your child at the playground thrashing around on the wood chips in mid-tantrum. Again, no judgement. I’m simply speaking from experience.
What is your favorite guiltless pleasure?