I woke up at 3:00 AM — a fairly regular occurrence for me — and scheduled a massage. Do I normally get massages? No. Pretty sure my last one came courtesy of a work trip to a golf resort a few years ago. But thanks to being relegated to my apartment by below zero temperatures, unrelenting snow, and what increasingly feels like a midlife crisis that’s left me feeling like a boat bobbing along without direction, my body feels like garbage. This is my fault. I’m sitting around, eating potato chips, and consuming content when I should be regularly sweeping my apartment and selecting one of the millions of YouTube workouts on offer at least four times a week because, I don’t know? Mental spiraling and self-help maxims are easier than getting up and doing stuff, even though I know better.
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