I woke up three days ago with tight, painful shoulders and neck muscles which did not abate with warm packs, warm baths, or my poor attempt at massaging them myself. It's like my body is fighting me as I'm trying to work on addressing my emotional mess at this time. I gave it three days and woke up this morning still painful and determined to find a registered massage therapist appointment for today. Of course I realize that trying to get a same-day appointment as a new client is a bit of a fool's errand, but I had to try! The idea of not doing anything about it for another four days was terrifying. Thank goodness for the internet and the convenience of "online booking"! I was able to find an appointment not too far away and dragged myself in to be expertly kneaded.

Let it be known that I am taking this whole "self-care" thing seriously!

Feeling slightly looser than when I arrived, I tackled the remainder of my chores and then rewarded myself with take-out sushi and a lazy afternoon and an Epson salt bath, making sure to "hydrate" myself as per the massage therapist's recommendations. We'll see how this week goes, but I am doing my best to aggressively wrangle my current scattered state into submission via rigorous organization and planning, amidst the very welcome but not-inconsiderable amount of socializing I did, what with visits out to PoCo and dinner with friends before they're off to Taiwan in advance of the birth of their daughter.

I did also manage to slip a bit of sweetness back into my life in the form of Pushing Daisies. That show has been my go-to comfort television since I first fell head-over-heels for it in 2008, and the bright-coloured whimsy, snappy dialogue, and Lee Pace's face have softened me up a little. It was just such a lovely show and I will always have a place in my heart for it. One day it will get its own proper write-up in this journal, even though I have devoted many written words to it already in my university years!