The other day I treated myself to a much-needed and long-awaited massage (obviously with the masseuse wearing a mask). While I was lying there, I thought about why I’d put this off for so long.
My first thought was my finances, as I’ve never made much money. But as pondered the whys, I realized there was also something else much more thought-provoking.
I love touch. It’s my main “love language.” I remember crying at my first massage after my prolonged separation/divorce because I had so little touch in my life after my ex left.
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