Self care

So, even though you're reading this on Thursday, it's really Wednesday night as I'm writing this.  It was a long day.  I never got my mojo at work.  But then I came home, and I had something to look forward to.  You see, my massage therapist comes to my house to give me amazing hour long massages.  It is, quite possibly, my favorite thing ever.  Ian has been my therapist for nearly 3 years now.  He was still an intern the first time I got a massage from each other.  And over time, he's turned out to be someone I can count on to help me restore sanity.

Speaking of friends, this is Shae, my childhood best friend.  Totally unrelated to this blog post

Self care is a big reason why I blog.  I needed a place to talk about the things my friends, family, and coworkers are sick of hearing me talk about.  I needed a place where I could let some of the crazy out.

This is a really old picture I took when I dated a hippie who lived in the woods and completely changed my perceptions of life

Thank you, ladies, for putting up with my particular brand of crazy (even when it means pictures that have nothing to do with what I'm talking about) .  I'm honored you read, and even respond, to what I have to say.  It helps my sanity more than you could ever know.