With all that went on this week, I was very much looking forward to my deep tissue massage yesterday.
Yet, I couldn’t concentrate. As much as I tried to relax, my inner monologue went something like this:
Yes. A massage. I am ready.to.relax.
oooh. It’s a bit chilly in here. Hopefully things will warm up because I’m FREEZING!
Hm, This masseuse must smoke. At least have the courtesy to put a mint in before you’re breathing in my face. Gross.
MMMM. This feels good.
eee! Cold, cold cold air.
That feels good. Can you just keep working there for a bit?
Shoot. My toenails are in a state that no one should see. She’s going to think I’m dirty. Oof. Oh well, she put her smoky breath near me. I call that a draw.
Hm, this inner monologue might make for a really good blog post.
WHY CAN’T I RELAX?
This deep tissue massage isn’t as deep as I thought it would be. Maybe that’s why I can’t relax.
I wonder what she would think if my thoughts were bring broadcast on the wall.
Wait, what?! That’s it? It’s over?
What do you do when you can’t quiet your mind?