I don’t live under a rock. Granted, my husband and I choose not to have cable or satellite TV, his desk phone still has that curly connection thing called a “cord” in ancient Latin, and I’m allergic to FaceBook. We’re old school in many ways, and very comfortable with the label. Given our archaic life style, it may not come as a shock when I say I received my very first facial today, and I. Am. In. Love.
Pampering, almost a feminine basic life necessity, seems so indulgent that I experience heavy guilt when I have yearnings. Part of me feels that I don’t deserve to spend the money when others are going hungry, and part of me believes pampering is something I have to earn. It’s messed up on some molecular level, but there it is.
Most of the feminine treats I’ve had over the years have come via gift certificates. My one and only manicure was a gift from my daughter, and I’ve yet to have a pedicure– but know it will happen one day. My husband has gifted me with massages because he knew they were sorely needed…pun intended. Somehow, when someone gives me permission to relax and luxuriate, I can let go of the guilt noise buzzing in my brain and truly enjoy the experience. And that is how my facial came about today…I was given a gift certificate purchased at a silent auction to help disadvantaged youth with after-school care. The money went for a great cause, and I had my warped permission to feel feminine.
A facial, and all the little extras… like a scalp and shoulder massage, is heaven on earth. I was already plotting how I could deserve another one– in the near future– before this one ended. It elevated me to another level of body awareness and left me happy-floating. If facials were a fruit, this one fell off the yummy tree and I gobbled it up.
When my husband came home from work he gazed into my face and then gently framed it with his hands. He made two tries to find the right words. “I don’t want to get into trouble for saying this, but your face looks great.” I informed him my collagen was plumped—one of the few areas a woman wants plumpness to count. He suggested it should be a cuddle night, which is code for he REALLY liked what he saw. Facials are good! Maybe one day I’ll out grow my feelings that I don’t merit pampering unless someone else also benefits. In the mean time, I hope another silent auction comes along soon.