I had my first facial today. It was amazing.No, I'm serious. I'm stone-cold serious.
I don't know how to relax without professional help. Even with professional help, it's like trying to keep a beach ball submerged-- my brain is clearly trying to kill me. It's always been hard, but since my son was born, it's been nearly impossible.
For about an hour this morning, a kind, knowledgeable woman did 3/4 of the work of keeping the beach ball down.
That's holy work. When I have totally and completely lost the ability to let go, that's a sacred service that's being provided. If I can't figure out how the hell to be still, then I need help. I need someone to show me.
It's a lot easier to recognize heroes if you watch for them. Sometimes they hang out in old Victorian houses and wear smocks.
Feast Day of Saint Catherine of Siena
14 hours ago
I love that you are looking for the heroes! I hate that it is hard for you to be still. That must truly be hard. I am glad that you work at it instead of giving in.
ReplyDeleteoh man! Just this morning I was thinking about needing a massage. It's only been, like, two years since the last one. And now I see that I need a facial, too.
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