One beautiful generous soul agonized, she felt so guilty getting a massage because there are so many people who needed it more. The woman couldn’t lift her arm up over her head, couldn’t think straight, and had numb fingers.
What do you say? I want to help so I shut up, but inside I am hurting. I understand that watching anyone in pain or weakness is impossibly difficult. You want to help, you want to do anything in that moment to relieve, to help, to show they are not alone.
A care-giver can not see the forest through the trees. A care-giver is trying to shove 7 more things into this 15 minute slot before the next round of duties emerges, he or she has no time to even read these words.
But you know right? You know everyone deserves an hour. Putting your-self this far back on the shelf does no one any good? That one stress cannot compare to another?
When your care gets to be so far back on the priority list, our body starts to weaken. The suffering we endure, without awareness, makes us breakdown in some way. It always does. What helps? Massage of course, but other things too. I bet you know one or two.
I remember when I first discovered massage as a career. I had been rubbing feet for years, but it was only after school, in my studio apartment on the upper east side that I really fell in love.
I incorporated stretching and Shiatsu and some deep breathing I had learned at the acting conservatory. I added a bit of this, took away some of that, failed, succeeded, rubbed. It was so much fun, I would massage for
hours and hours. It was the discovery! The creativity gave me that stamina. I was taking care of myself, feeding my soul and opening new ways to see massage. Win-win.
Recover just a bit right now. Find 10 minutes to be creative. Or get a massage, or drink a glass of water. Move you up the priority list. No one can but you.