Day 4 – Massage

Yes, massage relaxes me.  No question about it. massage blog

A monthly massage is  a splurge that I give myself.  Although, I consider it not a splurge but rather a medical necessity.  I found the most wonderful massage therapist about three years ago.  Selfish of me, but I’m not giving you her name, since she already stays booked months ahead.  I often think that finding her is one of the most wonderful things that has ever happened to me.  She, however, probably doesn’t think the same of me.  She is amazed by my continually tight muscles.  It seems that some people improve over time.

In addition to short periods of relaxed muscles, she has also re-introduced me to scent.  A zillion years ago, I gave up everything scented.  It seemed that any scent aggravated my allergies.  On my first visit, she had me sniff about six unidentified bottles and then choose one.  Bergamot.  Never heard of it.  But over the next year, every visit I went through the same sniffing process.  I was determined to pick something different.  Every time, Bergamot.  Believe it or not, in some ways, I don’t even like Bergamot.  Now, I’m experimenting with essential oils myself.  I ordered several bottles, including Bergamot, of course.  My friend, Rachel, has an online store and she knows her essential oils.  Wonder if I can sniff my way to relaxation.

If I could afford (time and money) to have a massage a couple of hours every day, then I think my cortisol levels would come down.  Bliss.  Or who knows, maybe I would tire of it.  How much massage is too much?