When I asked my friends and family
to submit suggestions to my cancer journey bucket list for fun activities, one
of my buddies suggested that I spend a few hours at a day spa.
“That’s a good idea,” I replied, “I’ve never been to one of those.”
"What?” she asked. “You mean you’ve never had a massage?”
Nope,” I said.
“But surely you’ve had a pedicure before?” she queried, somewhat alarmed.
“Never,” I replied.
Her jaw dropped slightly in disbelief, “A manicure?”
I was afraid to respond in the negative to this question. “I never cared much for all that ‘girlie’ stuff,” I said.
“Didn’t you play dress-up when you were a little girl? Or have tea parties with your dollies?”
“Actually,” I confessed, “what I really wanted was a B-B gun, a chess set, and lots of books.”
“Oh, honey,” she said, sadly, “You have been deprived!”
And that’s how I wound up, a few days later, at the Trang-quil Spa Retreat in League City.
I was a bit skeptical at first. The spa package I purchased included the works, a facial, body massage, pedicure and manicure, and cost just a bit less than that shotgun I had my eye on at the sporting goods store. After all, blasting holes in a target with a shotgun is pretty good stress relief.
But it didn’t take the ladies at the spa very long to convince me that I had made the right choice.
They wisely scheduled the massage first on my agenda. I’ve never felt so relaxed, and thank goodness I didn’t need to drive home immediately afterwards because the staff would have needed to cart me out to my car. I have no idea how I would have explained my euphoric state had I been stopped on my way home by one of League City’s finest, for driving at a snail’s pace.
“That’s a good idea,” I replied, “I’ve never been to one of those.”
"What?” she asked. “You mean you’ve never had a massage?”
Nope,” I said.
“But surely you’ve had a pedicure before?” she queried, somewhat alarmed.
“Never,” I replied.
Her jaw dropped slightly in disbelief, “A manicure?”
I was afraid to respond in the negative to this question. “I never cared much for all that ‘girlie’ stuff,” I said.
“Didn’t you play dress-up when you were a little girl? Or have tea parties with your dollies?”
“Actually,” I confessed, “what I really wanted was a B-B gun, a chess set, and lots of books.”
“Oh, honey,” she said, sadly, “You have been deprived!”
And that’s how I wound up, a few days later, at the Trang-quil Spa Retreat in League City.
I was a bit skeptical at first. The spa package I purchased included the works, a facial, body massage, pedicure and manicure, and cost just a bit less than that shotgun I had my eye on at the sporting goods store. After all, blasting holes in a target with a shotgun is pretty good stress relief.
But it didn’t take the ladies at the spa very long to convince me that I had made the right choice.
They wisely scheduled the massage first on my agenda. I’ve never felt so relaxed, and thank goodness I didn’t need to drive home immediately afterwards because the staff would have needed to cart me out to my car. I have no idea how I would have explained my euphoric state had I been stopped on my way home by one of League City’s finest, for driving at a snail’s pace.
Last on the list were the pedicure
and manicure, with skin-softening scrubs, buffing, painting and more massaging.
Ahhh! I spent nearly five blissful hours there with the gracious staff at the Trang-quil Spa Retreat, and I’ve never been so pampered in my life!
Thank you ladies, for a wonderfully relaxing day!
My day at the spa, getting a pedicure, reminded me of an essay I wrote several years ago titled, "The Feet Go Forward!" It is about keeping a positive attitude and maintaining a steady course when life throws obstacles in our way, and was published in the November 2006 issue of Change Magazine. You can read the story on this blog post: The Feet Go Forward!
