I've been walking around for weeks with a stiff neck, muttering to myself "I wish I could get a massage. I really need a massage." I've always considered massages to be recreational treats to be saved for a rare girlfriend spa day or a splurge on vacation. But today I had an epiphany. If I wanted a massage I could damn well go get one!
And you know what else I wanted to do? Go to the art festival in Evanston. So just like that, I called the Asha SalonSpa in downtown Evanston and made an appointment for a massage with 45 minutes to spare for walking the art fair and sipping on a Jamba Juice smoothie. It was a lovely afternoon and no one in my house minded or missed me. On my way home, feeling all relaxed and arty, I had to wonder - what had I been waiting for?
Because here's the beauty of being a woman of a certain age.
1. You're the grown up.
Being the grown up means I call the shots. I don't have to seek permission or approval, because no one's the boss of me. What freedom!
2. You can do things solo.
I don't have to wait for an invitation; I don't need to bring a friend along for company or support. I like my own company just fine, and if I want to pursue a whim or follow a dream I don't have to wait for someone else to make it their priority too. They've got their own dreams.
3. No one cares what you do.
Actually, I don't believe that anyone ever cared all that much, but now that I'm 50 I'm smart enough to realize that. Everyone's too busy worrying about their own life to waste much time thinking about yours.
You know all those things you've been longing to do? Whether it's a chick flick matinee with a big bucket of buttery popcorn between your knees, a bike ride through the local forest preserve, writing a letter to the editor, or adopting a new puppy - girl, go do them. Life is short and we're in charge, so let's do whatever we damn want!
PS - My massage was on sale, by the way. Just $65, and well worth it.