Being the type of person that I am, I’m the first to hold my hands up and say that I don’t handle stress very well. For various reasons, stress levels are high at the moment and I’ve come to the point of no return, of needing to release the pressure or risk spontaneously-combusting into an inferno of irrational irritability. I have needed to do something not just for me, but for the sake of Mr Monster who’s seemingly endless patience must surely be being tested.
And so, yesterday I went out on ‘Operation De-stress’. I got us some half-price posh easter eggs with big smily faces, got some stuff you drop on your tongue which is supposed to promote calm, and as a final flourish, I popped into Lush.
Back when I lived at home years ago, I was a huge fan of the natural bath and body store. I would read each issue of the Lush Times cover-to-cover and could pretty much tell you what was in every product. Any time something new came out I would be straight in to grab some and give it a try. In recent years I’ve not really set foot in the place, partly as it can be so expensive, but mainly as Monster Towers doesn’t have a bath-tub, and somehow a shower just doesn’t seem to have the same magic.
Regardless of this, I felt the Lush mothership calling me. I walked in and instantly dissolved into a puddle on the floor, begging for help from the lovely staff. A wonderful woman took me under her wing, listened to my woes, and guided me around the store helping me find products to wash, scrub, and soak my stress away. I can’t thank her enough for being so kind to me.
Back at home, after a day of monstering (results to come later), I lit some candles in the wet-room, turned out t’big light, and gave in to relaxation, self-indulgence and wanton abandonment of the real world. It worked. It turns out a shower can be just as relaxing as a soak in the tub and I emerged from the bathroom feeling centred and a couple of steps further along the road to recovery. There is still a long way to go, but I am committed to sorting things out and bringing myself back from that horrible web of stress which is so easy to get caught up in.
Mr Monster…as you so rightly said last night , even if it takes us a year to sort things out, we still have 50 left, and quite honestly, I can’t wait to spend them with you.
Love, Love, Love x