So I’m in a much better place since I got the massage the other day.
Y’all, it was amazing. The best I’ve ever had. Seriously, I wanted to cry when it was over.
You know that scene from It’s A Wonderful Life?
George Bailey: What is it you want, Mary? What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Hey. That's a pretty good idea. I'll give you the moon, Mary.
Mary: I'll take it. Then what?
George Bailey: Well, then you can swallow it, and it'll all dissolve, see... and the moonbeams would shoot out of your fingers and your toes and the ends of your hair... am I talking too much?
My favorite scene – I love the idea of swallowing the moon.
Anyhoo, that’s how I felt afterwards – all warm and fuzzy, my belly full light and snuggles.
I LOVE getting a massage, but I always have a really hard time clearing my head. My mind still races as I try to deliberately block out all the thoughts that have brought me to this stressed-out state in the first place. So my mind wandered away from work and started mulling over the absurdity of the situation:
Well, hello strange man! I am going to go into a dimly lit room, disrobe, and lie down. Then you will come in and place your hands on me, periodically ask, “How’s the pressure?”, and I will enjoy it and pay you handsomely. Let’s do this again very soon!
My weekend was full of glorious, copious amounts of nothing. This was the first weekend since Christmas that I haven’t worked or had some kind of obligation requiring us to run around for an entire day. I spent the whole time barefoot, in pajamas, and it was AWESOME and exactly what my brain and soul needed.
Friday afternoon turned kind of weird and sour, and I thought about coming in to work for a bit this weekend, but I woke up on Saturday and said Screw It, and it was one of the better decisions I’ve made in a loooooong time. Saturday night J got us delicious Chinese takeout, and we sat on the couch while he watched the History Channel and I read, my feet in his lap. It was lovely and what every weekend should be like.
We really didn’t much acknowledge Valentine’s Day either – he really dug his framed albums, and I got a really beautiful plant (in classic, pragmatic J fashion – a plant [in theory] will not be sad and dead in a week). But it was still perfect.
Hope you all had a delicious weekend as well!