How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep and real. Shouldn’t they paralyze us? How is it we can survive them, at least for a little while? We drive a car, we teach a class. How is it no one sees how deeply afraid we were, last night, this morning? Is it something we all hide from each other, by mutual consent? Or do we share the same secret without knowing it? Wear the same disguise?
Saturday I’m getting a new vintage road bike! And Sunday I’m getting my hair cut and styled. I’ll be drunk the whole time. :)
Massage therapist benefits
I have given over 75 massages this month and I am getting such a fat check! Also, two massages for myself this week. Today I’m treating myself to a 90 minute massage and an hour facial. Because I’m an amazing queen but I work so hard for this money.