A Good Touch

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As I’m writing this I have a dull ache in my neck, shoulders, and uppers arms.  And I’m really happy about that.  Why?  Because I had a wonderful massage yesterday!

Getting a massage is one of the easiest things you can do to give yourself some quality “me time”.   You can’t go anywhere, you can’t answer your phone, you can’t check your email.  You are forced to just be still and enjoy the moment.

I am embarrassed to admit I was into my 40’s before I discovered this joy for myself.  My stylist at that time had a massage therapist move into her salon and after hearing all the rants and raves about this Kelsey woman I decided to check it out for myself.  It didn’t take me more than 2 minutes to get hooked for life.  It became my favorite monthly appointment.  Alas, she moved out of town when her husband got a promotion.  I found someone else, but she wasn’t as good.  Then COVID happened and the entire world came to an ass-grinding halt.

After COVID I kind of forgot about massages for a while.  How, I have no idea!!  About a year ago I had the realization that I REALLY missed them, so I took to the internet to find a new salon.  I found a place in the town I work that was highly rated and offered early evening appointments and I made an appointment sight unseen.

I’m happy to say that purely by happenstance I found a new massage therapist who I love!  I like deep tissue work.  And I mean DEEP (which is why I’m aching today).   Lexa is slowly gathering all of us deep tissue work lovers in the area because she will – in her own words- “really go for it” on us, which isn’t something all practitioners want to do.

And that leads me back to my achy muscles.  During the massage at times the pressure is JUST on that cusp between pleasure and pain.   It’s exquisite. And the ache the next day isn’t a bad ache- it’s a good kind of ache like after a good hard workout.

Maybe my definition of a good massage doesn’t sound good to you.  Some people prefer lighter pressure- including Lexa herself weirdly enough!  So don’t let me scare you away.  I urge, no, beg, you to get this joy in your own life.  I promise you won’t regret it.

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