I made no resolutions for the New Year. The habit of making plans, of criticizing, sanctioning and molding my life, is too much of a daily event for me.
Three weeks into the New Year and I feel good. Christmas gift cards to a spa were given to myself and my daughter, so we made a highly anticipated trek to de-stress and rejuvenate ourselves. I felt like a girl out on the town with my BFF. When we arrived, we were taken to the sauna and vibrating machine room to “shake and bake” (according to another customer). I was curious about the vibrating contraption that would provide a 40 minute workout in the span of 12 minutes. However, we were warned not to go over the speed of 15. I must say this admonishment fell on deaf ears. We both decided that we possibly couldn’t be thrown off, so we ventured into the unknown only to discover boredom. It was an experience that neither of us need to repeat. We ventured out in our spa robes to wait to be escorted to our treatment rooms. Both of us were to receive massages of our upper bodies and feet along with a soothing facial. I looked forward to this even though I don’t like people touching my feet. We would meet after an hour and have lunch in the little Victorian room. During the next hour I drifted in and out of light snoozes while being pampered with lovely scented oils and piped-in alternative music. I was a new woman. I met my daughter for salad, tea, and sweets, while we chatted about our 2.5 hours at the spa. Unfortunately, she was held captive by an esthetician who had an uncontrollable chortle. But, that’s another story.