Hey, September...we all know you’re here, so just simmer down a bit would ya? We’ve only been together a week. I promise you have no need to feel threatened by August; he’s out of my life for at least a year. But, i’ve got to hand it to you, Septy Sept Sept -of- the -ember, you sure got my attention. You really are a fan of extremes I can tell...at first I didn’t think we were going to get along with those three very emotionally disturbing celestial discharges you took from my caseload...but then you also brought some really really good news about friend's pregnancies and unexpected financial boosts, so no hard feelings. Nevertheless, despite the good news, I was really having a hard time with the bad news you brought ; it really hit me close to home, so I had to do a little therapy for my soul this past weekend. So, I got myself a massage, floated down a river in a tube, and scored a few sweet metaphors (holla....you know how I loooove me a good metaphor...hmm, wonder if I could be one for Halloween...)
Anyway, through sheer magic, now more commonly known as the “Groupon”, I scored myself a 75-minute hot stone massage for fifty bucks . Whenever I buy a Groupon, I never really know what I’m getting myself into... I “click to buy” and hope for the best. It usually works out for me, but as I pulled into the spa parking lot to redeem said Groupon, I started having second thoughts. For one, the building was lime green. For two, the building was lime green. Nevertheless, I woman’d up...put my cell phone on vibrate and walked in. I was pleasantly surprised, as the internal atmosphere of the place was downright serene. I took a seat as I waited and looked around. Then, in an interval of what could have been no longer than 30 seconds, I noticed the sign that read “Nourish Spa is now doing business as ‘ THE WAX SHACK’ , looked down at my legs, saw the stripe that I had missed in the leg-shave-rush that AM (you all know what I’m talking about, you’ve done it too), and then looked up as I heard “ready to come back Sara?” to see a giantess before me. I thought to myself “this bitch gon’ killll me or wax me or somethin”, but it was too late. I had been spotted. So I did what every respectable scared hairy-legged massage patron does. I went in the back and got naked under the sheets for Goliath's wife.
As I lay there, Tiny prepared the hot rocks that she was going to use to cook my beef ( I mean, massage my muscles). When she initially placed the first rock on my back, my reaction was “holy hot shit in a bottle”. But, as she continued to work on me, I eventually learned to not resist and actually relax. With time, I found that the pressure of going under the hard stuff actually softened me up like nothing I’d ever experienced before. And after it was all said and done I felt at least two inches taller, more flexible, and freakin’ amazing.
Do you smell my metaphor a’ comin?...there’s a 75% chance I’m going to make it rain analogies! But hey,don’t get too excited yet...I don’t give it up that easy. Well, actually I do , I just have another metaphor I want to squeeze in because we all know they make me so happy. So I’ll make it quick.
Being it a gloriously long weekend and all, I went with some friends tubing down Rainbow river. There’s just something about floating down a river in a tube that is pure goodness for the soul. Anyway, being spring-fed, that water is freakin freezing. So, like the hot stones, when my butt first made contact, my initial reaction was to curse and bail. However, as I waited it out, and let the current float me to my final destination, I ended up with nature’s best therapy session.
Such is life...sometimes things happen that just burn (or freeze) us. Yet, if we stick these times of dis-ease out, we can become the better for it. When my mom died, I felt I had been jipped out of life. I didn’t see any “perks” for myself in the overwhelming amount of responsibility with which I was bombarded. Suddenly, people relied on me. Bills to be paid...birthdays to be remembered, closets to be cleaned... all were on me. Furthermore, people needed me to be ok so that they too could have “permission” to progress. Game on.
Previous to that, I had been stagnant in a world of little responsibility. Not knowing how much bigger life could get, I made drama for myself. I would swim against the current of life in regards to my career, relationships, and friendships until I felt like I was drowning. I’d worry and I would fret over nothing ,and I would judge other people until I just really didn’t even like myself anymore.Yet, I did not have the perception or understanding that I do now to even guess as to what I was doing wrong. Then, with that one phone call, I grew up. I learned that, in an instant, your world can be turned upside down. I’ll admit, the shock was initially too much, and I heavily considered moving away from it all...yet, as I stuck it through, and opened myself up to the changes that the experience could offer me, I found myself happier, more flexible, and a little taller, just like after my massage.
For some reason, I've always invisioned God as a sort of “Academic Advisor” who sits our spirits down before birth, puts his spectacles on, and asks ‘ok now, what do you want to major in in this life?’...and then signs us up for experiences accordingly. If I had to pick between staying stagnant in my own undecided life major versus going through the emotional-roller coaster of Orphanhood 101, as much as I miss my mom, I’d still have to pick the latter. That course has pushed me forward into a world of enlightenment and spiritual progression that I would not give up for anything.
So, as tempting as it can be because sometimes the initial shock of change just bites, don’t jump out of the water. Don’t wallow in the negative experience and drown either. As out of control as it may feel at times, it’s always best to just go with the current, and allow yourself to mature with the experience. Don’t worry, if you let it, the current will inevitably take you to where you need to go. Those who are the happiest are often those who have suffered most. Don’t let some Giantess scare you away from what could be the best ride of your life...change can be good. Rock on Goliath, rock on.
