As much as I love massages, as I wait for my appointment, I have to admit that there’s a small part of me that worries about who will be the stranger rubbing down my body in lavender scented essential oils.
My very first massage was when I lived in California. I was excited for it, but a little nervous. I had no idea what to expect and had questions like, “What will I do with my hands?”
My husband Rob was getting one too and when his masseuse came back to get him, she looked like a lovely, strong, older woman who probably taught a spin class part-time. I wished him well.
Then out came a young girl who I thought was probably working the front desk. She looked like Honey Boo Boo at age 15, except red headed with freckles and looked really sweaty. I assumed she had just cleaned the sauna or something and kept flipping the pages of my 3 year old People magazine. Did you guys know Jon and Kate Gosselin got divorced??
“Anna?” she called my name scanning the room even though I was the only one sitting in the waiting area.