#massageblog

Am I judging you while I work on you? I might be. The reality is that I honestly do think about muscles and joints and whether or not I am feeling any knots or tension. But there are times, admittedly, that my mind wanders and it's a curious thought vortex that happens in this space. ​The massage therapy room is set up to do exactly that. Create a vortex where all your stresses and anxieties melt away and the only thing you focus on is the relief, the music, and the peculiar mixture of aromatherapy oils your therapist has chosen depending on his or her mood. The problem is, sometimes I get caught up in my own bubble of floatiness and I actually let go. It can feel like those lucid dreams where I am all of the sudden a superhero and the whole world has decided to finally listen to my amazing common sense about what we all really need to be happy. Or it can feel like I've just taken a complete inventory of my fridge, got exhausted by the thought of cooking and settled on In-N-Out yet again for dinner. Then I come to and have no idea how long I've been working on your leg.

Either way, the last thing I'm thinking about is how fat or thin you are, how many pimples you have on your back, or the last time you shaved. People are people. And as hard as we try to surpress it, we are a beautifully ugly species. We come in all shapes and sizes, have funny smells, choose odd colors of nail decor, paint our faces and put sticky stuff in our hair. We also come in an array of personalities that, even though you may not say a word on my table, is utterly evident by the way you walked in, the way you breathe and the "energy" you give off in general. I don't care about any of that. Truth.​