i scheduled the appointment with monique and was a bit nervous. no one likes to get naked and be rubbed in a setting less than inviting and by someone who isn't very good at it. but once i got there and walked into her little basement studio with turquoise walls and soothing music i knew i was literally in good hands. jared it was the most satisfying massages i have ever received. and it is during one of those massages that i was reminded of all the goodness in life and all that it should be. of course, like the life cycle of all moments it soon passed but the memory is yet another motivating force in the pursuit.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
finger touch
i am not quite sure if you get these feelings but i like to think at some point in your life you didn't always have the life quite i like to define as nearing perfect. and i don't mean to say that i am unhappy with my life or never have these moments. or also to assume i know all about your situation and state of being. because i don't know and i am not unhappy. i quite often have those moments where i wouldn't change one factor. like the times when i am hiking around and the sun is setting and one of the dogs gives me that look of companionship before it runs off further down the trail, or when i get to wake up in the morning and eat a delicious date to perk me up before i set off on a long run down the creek under large trees with leaves falling or when i simply hear a good song. so yes life is very good for me. however, like anyone i think i aspire for more and calculate how to reach an even more progressive state. i sure hope there is a lot more in the future because i have grandiose plans. and now you are probably wonder where you come in, well, fairly frequently actually. you have given me nice window looks. but i took some of the money that shall not be mentioned and decided that i needed a massage. and yes i do mean needed. my shoulders were tight, my hip hurt and i need someone to beat me up with good intentions.
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