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01 Mar 2011

Spa Day Schpla Schplay

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I got a very generous gift certificate seven months ago for a relaxation massage at a popular, lovely spa in my area. I finally had a day completely free yesterday, so I figured I’d use it. I made the appointment the night before and was looking forward to getting rubbed for 50 minutes.

I remember a time, not so long ago, when I could spend an entire day at the spa. I’m talking eight hours. And not just because I had the time, which I did. But because I could mentally spend an entire day at the spa.

Those days are gone.

I dropped G off at school and arrived at the spa at 9:30, exactly thirty minutes before my massage appointment. I changed into my robe (Uncomfortably close to the woman at the locker RIGHT NEXT TO MINE who had checked in SECONDS AFTER ME. The spa was not busy at all. They couldn’t separate us a tad??) Where was I? Oh yeah, I changed into my robe and flip flops and placed my phone in my locker. That was big for me. I think that was the first time in months that I’ve been without my phone for even a moment, let alone almost two hours. It felt good to close that locker door.

I walked directly to the quiet room, where women go to, um, be quiet. I covered my legs with a warm and cozy blanket. And I fell fast asleep. I never EVER sleep sitting up, but I fell A S L E E P. About 20 minutes later, my massage therapist quietly called my name, “Lisa?”  I followed her to the treatment room and enjoyed 50 minutes of relaxing, sometimes painful, lotion-filled bliss. I wished I was wealthy enough to rent the room an additional 50 minutes to sleep. It was a great massage.

I poured myself some tea and went back to the quiet room. I sat there, blanket on my legs, for about six minutes. Then I got up, got dressed, and went home. In the past I would’ve used the pool, maybe the sauna, the shower, the free razors and body washes and shampoo. I would’ve brought my makeup and hair gels and used the hair dryers and vanity mirrors. But the hour and 45 minutes I had been there were sufficient.

I seriously could not get out of there fast enough.  I’m not sure of the exact reason, but it seems like now, when I’m at a time in my life when it seems I could really use an entire day at the spa.. I’m just not interested. 20 minutes in the quiet room? Yes please. Massage? Yup, thanks. Tea? Sure! And then I’m done.

And for some stupid reason, I’m happy I don’t want to spend the entire day doing that stuff. The two hours I took for myself were fantastic and they were, more importantly… Enough. I felt rejuvenated and refreshed, ready to face my life. Maybe it’s because I like my life so much, I don’t really need a long break from it. A short breather is healthy, sure! But then I’m ready to get back into the thick of it.

Just so you know, though… I could use one of those massages every month. Heck, I could use one a week! But who couldn’t? For now I’m thankful for one every seven months or so.

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