Thursday night was monthly massage night! Given my last few attempts at getting massage have actually caused more stress than reduced (see here and then see here), I have made a few strides in eliminating anxiety caused by worrying about the gender of my therapist.
Yes, I actually had a good experience with a male therapist without becoming a complete headcase before laying on the table. Really, only one thing was within my control - the rest I think was the universe trying to make amends after my last experience.
The one thing I did differently? Inquired in advance as to the gender of my therapist while making the appointment.
My intention in asking was, of course, to indicate that I preferred a female therapist. However, my husband was accompanying me for his own massage and I was booking appointments for us both. Unfortunately, at our desired time, there was only one female therapist available.
And - as much as *I'm* uncomfortable with male therapists - I think my husband might be even a little more so.
So it was either change our appointment time or take one for the team.
I really wanted a massage. So I booked it. I made the decision in advance that I was finally going to be ok with it.
When I arrived for my appointment, I was totally calm. And when my therapist introduced himself, I could not have felt any more at ease. He shared a name with my coach, a name I associate with trust. He also had an Australian accent, which I find totally charming. I lived in Australia and studied at the University of Queensland in 2001, which was one of the best experiences of my life. Talk about positive associations!
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This is my favorite photo from Oz. This was the moment where I briefly considered dropping out of college, staying in Australia, and becoming a professional skydiver. |
Lesson learned: Always, ALWAYS assume positive intent from the people you work with, and don't judge the next guy based on experiences you had with the last.
Today's exercise: "Meh" run:
M1: 16:39
M2: 16:26
M3: 16:47
M4: 16:25
M5: 16:33
I can go to a male masseuse, but I can't jump out of an airplane! Nice!
ReplyDeletehaha, funny how fear works out sometimes isn't it?
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