Today, I surprised Mr. Universe with a massage. I thought it would be a good way to hit the reset button after the holidays and before we jet off to get married.
There’s something about walking into a spa that makes the stress start to melt away. Maybe it’s the soothing music…the smell of eucalyptus…the soft tones everyone talks in. Whatever it is, I love it.
Every time I get a massage I tell myself I need to make the time to treat myself once per month. That I need to give my muscles a chance to rest and relax…to decompress from the stress of life. I tell myself that I’m going to make my body a priority…that I’m going to do something good for it…but every time I forget.
This summer, I told myself I’d get a massage as soon as paddle board yoga was over. That it deserved some R&R after hauling the boards to and fro…in and out…of the water all summer. I told myself that yet I never did it…until today. Months after the fact.
What is it about making the time? About honoring a commitment to get massages more frequently? I manage to make time for yoga…cardio…stretching…but not a massage? Maybe it’s a money thing. Massages seem like perks…something you earn…a reward. They don’t seem like necessary maintenance.
So, yet again, it’s my perspective that needs to change. I need to view a massage as something I do to take care of myself. Like getting the car a routine oil change…only I don’t need to wait 5000 miles in between, like I’ve been doing. I don’t know that I’ll be able to jump right into monthly massages…but maybe once a quarter would be a nice place to start…and maybe Mr. Universe will join me.