I have been dreaming about this day for 2 years. I started researching wellness retreats or resorts around the area for a nice getaway. Ones that I could afford, so not the one Gwyneth Paltrow goes to in the Hamptons, although it does sound lovely.
I just wanted a place where I could get a massage, some other body treatments, use the sauna, walk in nature, not talk to anyone, think thoughts about my life, and have someone else cook my meals. I wasn’t asking for much.
The dream would’ve been a 3 day retreat but I would settle on a day pass I guess, mostly because of the look my husband gave me when I said “there is this 3 day retreat..”
I found a place in upstate NY that did a day pass for $500 and that was almost 2 years ago. A few weeks ago I thought, hmm maybe when it’s quiet during spring break I can take one of those days and go up there and put my husband in charge of drop off and pick up for a day. It was a splurge for me and it pained me to spend that kind of money on just one day, but I had some Christmas money left over and some pocket money so I could make it work. And I decided I needed to start practicing what I preached—taking care of yourself.
My body has felt beaten down for months. After shingles and covid it took me a while to recover which led to less days working out so my hip pain came back. My body felt so tight no matter how much I stretched. I desperately needed a massage at least. But more importantly, I needed time to myself and my thoughts.
The days leading up were shaky—a notice about flu in my kids class, me starting to feel sick, my husband being sick, me starting to feel sick again…I tried to manifest happy positive thoughts. ‘Ok body, you will be ok. You can do this. You’re not sick, you’re fine. We’re going to get alone time, you can do this.’
Finally the day arrived, I set out some things for the family, said my goodbyes at 6am and went on my way. I was booking it for my 1 hour and 40 minute drive–Listening to my podcast, feeling good….and then the tire pressure light went on 40 minutes into the drive.
Of course I didn’t know what the orange screaming exclamation point was at first, but then I started asking my husband to look it up while also trying to drive, and tried look up a YouTube that explained it to me, all while trying not to get crushed by a truck. This random YouTube man finally said ‘tire pressure’.
Cool, cool. I don’t know what that means and I’m pretty much on a long stretch of road in the wilderness just trying to get to yoga class so not ideal.
Did I cry? Yes I did. Did I laugh maniacally? Yes to that as well. And as I was driving, and crying and laughing I thought, this is why people have complete meltdowns. THIS is how the joker became the Joker.
I yelled out, why are you always fucking testing me, Life?!! Why the fuck can I not have ONE FUCKING DAY TO MYSELF!!! One day without a fucking problem to solve???!!!
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I was beyond frustrated. What was the universe trying to show me? That I can’t always abide by a schedule? That I had to let go and that means missing yoga? That things will never turn out smoothly so I had to get used to it?
Are those rationalizations or excuses or truths? I still don’t fucking know.
I figured I would put in directions for the nearest gas station and see if someone can help me or at least look at the tires. But I had seen this horror movie before so I was weary. 30 minutes to the next gas station on the route, cool. Got there, looked at the tires didn’t see anything. Saw a couple of guys unloading a truck, contemplated asking them for help but there was no air machine I could see so what were they going to do. I decided to get back in and get to the place 35 minutes away and see if they could help me when I got there.
Then I thought, I’m going to spend my whole time there worrying about my tires and trying to figure it out. Maybe it’s better if I come to terms with missing yoga all together and dealing with this now so I can have a clear head all day. So I looked for a PepBoys on the route (there were none) settling for an AutoZone. Again, I don’t know what I’m doing but I didn’t want to be a typical rural gas station abduction story so I thought that was safest.
I go inside, tell them my problem and see if they can do anything. One guy mentions he has an air thing but it’s not very good. The other guy says he usually has a compressor (I don’t know what that is) but he doesn’t today. Told me the best bet was to go across to the gas station for air. Then I said, ‘here’s another stupid question: how does one put air in the tire?’. He laughed and said sorry about laughing and I said ‘no, no that is the correct response I would’ve taken nothing less.’
Once I got the basics I was off to do a loop around (through a drive thru first because I turned the wrong way) and then I went to the station. Looked at the jumbled wires of the machine and then looked around for help. No one. Went inside and said “I need to put air in my tires and it says I need quarters.” He gave me quarters and then I said ‘do you know how to use it’, and he said…no.
I looked out the window at an old man wearing a suit passing by and shaking his fists while looking into the store. It was only 8:30am. I decided, I can do this.
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Today folks, is the day I put air in my tires for the first time. By myself. Like a big girl. It was the front left tire btw, that rascal—registered a 26 air knots (this is what you call them right?) instead of the 31 his friends were at.
Getting back in the car I realized the resort is 2 minutes away (well 5, because I went the wrong way) so I was only 30 minutes late. And yes I missed yoga but I realized, that detour WAS part of my alone day. I had to figure something out on my own. It was different and new and scary. But I haven’t had to do that in a long time. Every day is just the same, especially when you’re a parent. Routine, expectations, managing, planning, over and over again.
It was a nice feeling to use other brain cells. And yes, I had a nice time. And this place was perfect for what I wanted with all its Shining vibes…alone time. I got a massage, read, wrote A LOT, used the sauna, gave up on understanding the steam room, watched a movie, and had 3 meals and juice I didn’t have to make for myself. I’d call that a win.
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