When my husband was deployed last year, I spent months (yes, months) agonizing over whether or not I should get a massage. My body was certainly tense enough – furrowed brow from straining to look at a blurry image over Skype, permanently shrugged shoulders from anxiety over my husband’s safety, arms tense and ready to scramble for my phone at any moment.
The answer seems obvious – get the massage! But I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. How could I lay on a table listening to nature sounds and getting rubbed with lotions while my husband was sleeping on the frozen mountains of Afghanistan. How could I relax when I knew he was getting so little rest. How could I justify it? [Read more…]