I’m taking the rest of the week off for my birthday. I’ve always felt some sort of entitlement and that spring break was designed for that celebration.
Paul gave me a chiropractic appointment and an hour massage. I didn’t know who the appointment with was until I arrived at Harden Chiropractic.
Two years ago, I had an injury and called to get a deep tissue sports massage. The Massage Therapist apparently felt like I needed light energy work instead. Half way through the session I realized she was not going to actually massage me. I was not willing/able to demand the type of massage I wanted. I went away mad, and called the office later to complain. The therapists are independent contractors who only rent space there. As stupid as this sounds I was mad for months.
I was in a state of disbelief when the same woman was the LMT for my birthday massage. I had to wait 15 min. for my adjustment and spent the time agonizing over the interaction and what I was going to say to her. I was surrounded with terrible emotions and buried resentment. Completely out of scale for the appropriate response to the situation.
When we met in the lobby it became clear to me she didn’t recognize me and thought we were meeting for the first time. I was able to articulate what I kind of massage I was looking for. And it was a fabulous massage, the perfect blend of pain and pleasure. We enjoyed each others company.
We met under very difficult conditions at a Petsmart last night. I expected there would be a little room where we could play for a few minutes. Tatiana, her foster mom, the woman in charge of the rescue and I went to the Equine area. The foster mom opened the crate and handed the cat to me. I was very surprised that she didn’t squirm and get away. I got her talking to me by trilling and then found a spot on her back near her tail where she liked to be rubbed. She enjoyed it so much that her paws started kneading.
Card Title: Six of Cups