One of life’s pleasures is to get a professional massage.
I adore getting a massage and always think, “Why don’t I get these more regularly?” but due to time and fiscal restraints, they are more of a “special occasion” pursuit than an up-keeping exercise.
Brushing your teeth is an up-keeping exercise. Using deodorant is an up-keeping exercise. Having a shower is an up-keeping exercise. Laying butt naked in a dimly lit room with the artificial sounds of rainforest drifting from a sound system while someone pummels your back with scented oil is a special-occasion pursuit.
Oh, but I wish it wasn’t!
Which makes me think …