The other day, while I was sitting at a coffee shop writing, a shooting pain went through my neck. It was an uncomfortable experience, and I was rather impressed at my ability to injure myself without doing anything.
I went home and stretched, massaged, and rested. I did yoga, used essential oils, and tried staying as stationary as possible. Though each of these things helped, the pain lingered—it was immensely frustrating. For days, while trying to fix the problem myself, my mind returned to a friend who is a massage therapist. I knew that I had to call her. I was sure she would be able to help me through this problematic neck issue.
So Why Wait?
Here’s the thing: I don’t like being touched. Seriously. I don’t like hugging or any physical contact. I’m a big fan of barriers and personal space. My comfort zone bubble is rather large, and I don’t appreciate it when it’s invaded.
With this in mind, you can probably imagine how uncomfortable it was for me to call my friend to help me out.
