For the record, I still haven't gone for that pedicure I promised in the last post yet but I did go to Le Nordik spa for the day on Wednesday. I arrived at 1 p.m. and left at 9 p.m.! I had a massage, a lunch with a glass of wine, a nap and enjoyed the outdoor saunas and pools on a beautiful, sunny day that turned into a warm, starry and peaceful evening. I also rid myself of thoughts and feelings for the day and I just was.
While reflecting on self-care, I've been reminded of a colleague, now retired, and her ideas of it that she shared with me several years ago.
She talked in terms of how pampering that includes things like seeing the hairdresser, getting her nails done, dressing nicely, going for massages and taking regular holiday time is very important, though sometimes we like to think it doesn't matter enough to do or turn into regular practice.
She said she took luxurious baths and that the men in her household knew that only eminent death or natural disaster would be excuse enough to interrupt her when the bathroom door was closed. And with a diva-style, overhead finger snap, she said that was because they knew the closed door meant it was, “It's all about it me!” time.
I loved it and I took the “It's all about me” campaign back to my late grandmother who was in her mid seventies at the time. I remember trying to convince her that it was okay to go to the hairdresser but spending the money didn't always sit right with her, in a wasting money kind of way. Gramma usually did her hair herself, had my mother help her when possible or waited for me (a former hairdresser) to be available to cut it. And my being a shift-worker living 45 minutes away, while my mother was about an hour-and-a-half away, meant her hair wasn't always what she wanted it to be.
At the time I had decided to start seeing a stylist after after cutting my own hair for a very long time. And I told her how I had joked in the salon and made everyone in the shop giggle because I did a full on thing of standing loud and proud while proclaiming, “I am such a babe!” and ranting about how I loved my new hairdo.
Not long afterward, my grandmother called and asked, “Guess what Brenda?”
“I am such a babe!”
Gramma had gone to have her hair done.
“Guess what else?,” she asked
“What else Gramma?”
“It's all about me!”
Periodically, after going and getting her hair done, she would call so we could giggle about what a babe my grandmother had become – if she didn't say so herself! It made us both very happy.
While my grandmother and I got it and understood my colleague's “It's all about me” message, not everyone does. Some think it doesn't matter enough to take the time for self-care, while others just plain think it's too selfish to put yourself first on a regular basis.
But as a closing thought, let's loop back around to my day at Le Nordik spa. While there, I had a massage with Hugo that was one of the best and most memorable massages I've ever had.
When it was over, I shook his hand good-bye and said, “That was absolutely amazing Hugo. You have very healing hands and a truly healing touch. Thank you, I feel like this is where I was supposed to be today.”
He said, “Thank you. I take very good care of myself. The universe tells me to do that, so that I can pass it on to others.”
You felt that, didn't you? That was the same shiver I got!