If the road to hell is paved with good intentions, January must be the month we build a superhighway there.
In January, New Year’s Resolutions dance in our heads like those visions of sugarplums did the month prior. Writing resolutions down helps make them come true. But actually scheduling them is even better.
I had a sensational massage with Amber on Tuesday. She is what I call a Mechanic. She is curious about the source of discomfort. She devotes a lot of focus to problem areas, drilling down through the layers of muscle to figure out what’s going on. Amber combines strength and precision in her ruthless pursuit of The Knot. She worked on some adhesions that have been troubling me since a shoulder surgery last July. She also worked on my ever-shortening pectorals, a peril of sitting at a computer much of the work day. (Quick! Get up and stretch!)
One of my resolutions for 2012 is to improve my posture and range of motion. And here was Amber, helping me keep my resolution. At the end of my treatment, she asked me when I could come back for my next session.
I hemmed and hawed. After all, the spa is just upstairs from my office. I’m accustomed to catch-as-catch-can, last minute appointments. But those do not a wellness program make. I get amazing treatments, but I am not on a program. There’s a big difference. It’s like having a meal that’s composed of delicious a la carte dishes that you pick out while blindfolded. While each one is outstanding, what I really need and want is an outstanding meal.
Mind you, I can have that outstanding meal with every therapist on our team. We have a remarkable massage menu and a stellar array of talents on our team, all of whom deliver a terrific relaxation massage but live for the clients who ask them to use their full capacity as a bodyworker. Each of our therapists is different and literally brings something different to the table. Working on specific goals, toward a specific end, gives you by far the most bang for your self-care buck, both in money and time spent.
Amber, to her credit, did not let me wriggle out of it. And so, under her steady gaze, I pulled out my smartphone and scheduled another treatment for the following week.
The road to heaven is paved with good habits! Care to join me?
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