Deactivate Account

Finally.

I finally figured out how to get rid of my Twitter account.

Officially deactivated.

I saw tonight when I went to check my blog stats, oh such sorry little stats, my readership has super shrunk, but oh well, that there were still hits coming in from Twitter.

Even though I haven’t linked any of my recent blogs to Twitter.

And I deleted a bunch of blogs off the Twitter feed then I started poking around and I finally found the deactivate button.

Voila.

No more Twitter.

Fine with me.

I barely had time for any social media today anyway.

I really was up and out early and going all over the place.

My landlady had her crew in working on my kitchen in my studio–sanded all the cupboards and repainted them and they regrouted a bunch of tiles in my bathroom that were pulling up.

Which meant.

I was up hella early so that I could prep the space and get out-of-the-way.

They were scheduled to come in at 8a.m.

So much for sleeping in.

I hung out at my landlady’s for a bit and had a cup of English Breakfast then headed to a 9a.m. yoga class.

I said goodbye to my favorite teacher, he’s moving out of the city, and then ran into a friend who was coming in for the 10:30 a.m. class.

I said fuck it and decided to hit the 10:30 a.m. as well.

I did two yoga classes back to back.

Half way through the second yoga class I was like, what the fuck was I thinking.

But.

I got through and I feel pretty good about that.

I couldn’t access my kitchen to cook breakfast, or even get to stuff that I could just grab and eat, so I headed over to Sea Breeze on Judah and 45th and had some brunch.

I was a bit mortified to be eating brunch in my yoga clothes.

I really don’t like hanging out in my work out gear, I usually head straight home after doing a yoga class and hop in the shower and put myself together properly and you know, look presentable.

But.

Nope.

Not today, messy bun, yoga clothes, flip-flops, sigh, no makeup.

Brunch.

Gah.

I am a stereotype.

Oh well.

It’s not like I do it often.

Like ever.

And it was funny to see myself doing something that I have quietly, and sometimes not so quietly, judged people for doing.

Maybe they were getting their kitchen’s repainted and their bathroom floor regrouted too.

I mean.

You never know.

I came back and managed to get a few minutes in my house without three working guys bustling about, they had a lunch break, and I threw on some clothes and packed up a travel toilette bag and headed out the door.

I had a girl date with a friend to go to the Imperial Day Spa after I got out of my group supervision meeting for my internship.

OH!

Note to self go track your hours.

Excuse me, I need to take care of some paperwork.

There.

That’s done.

Sigh.

All the paperwork.

So, since I was going to the spa, I figured I’d just shower and shave and primp it up at the spa.

The day went quick and supervision was good and I got two more client files and listened and learned a few things and yes, got a little overwhelmed when a couple of the interns told me about more paperwork and I just kind of felt like, whoa man, slow down.

I am not there yet.

I need to take things in very manageable little chunks, moment to moment.

I asked them to stop and waved them off and my supervisor actually stepped in, when one of the interns was trying to explain to me something after I had said, please, stop, I’ve got what I need right now, and guided us back as things were getting too far off track and I thanked her, and I laughed, and said, yeah, my brain just got super full and I can’t assimilate more information yet.

Sometimes that happens.

My brain just gets super full and it takes a minute to process and organize all the information.

I got the paperwork I needed my supervisor to sign and when the time to go was up I dashed out the door and headed to the spa.

I didn’t get any massage or spa treatment, I just got the access pass to the spa, which was surprisingly nicer than I had thought, the neighborhood its in is a touch sketchy and it’s sort of tucked into a kind of mini-strip mall sort of shop row on Geary Street.

But.

Wow.

It was a little slice of heaven.

Hot tub.

Dry sauna, a good hot one at that.

And.

OH.

A red clay and pink Himalayan crystal rock salt sauna.

It was heaven.

I got super good and hot in the dry sauna then went into the salt sauna, super low red light and the entire floor was covered in pink sea salt crystals and hot.

Not as hot as the dry sauna, but hot enough that you wouldn’t want bare skin on the salt bed.

There was a large tatami mat that covered the majority of it and a little walk way into the room and then you just spread your towel on the floor and lay down.

Heaven.

Warmth baking into my back.

And little pillows for your head.

I have no idea how long I was in it, all dreamy and warm and sweating and blissed out, but it was well worth the price of admission.

Then back to the hot sauna and then.

Oh.

The cold plunge.

Fuck a cold plunge pool is intense.

And the first time is definitely the worst and I yelped a little getting in and said fuck under my breath.

But.

I did it and oooh, God, the sauna was even better after that.

I did that a couple of times, another cold plunge and then a good soak in the hot tub and then a sit down shower and personal grooming session.

Slow shave of the legs, every bit and angle and curve.

Super deep conditioned my hair.

Untangled it and went through it with a brush for quite some time.

It’s getting pretty long.

It’s hard to tell how long it is when it’s curly, but when it’s wet and brushed out, it’s long.

I’m quietly debating going in and getting a touch up on the hair, the dark has faded and the blonde highlights are showing again.

It’s pretty, but maybe not so professional looking.

Then again, my hair may never be professional looking.

It has a mind of its own.

Anyway.

I got my spa on and it was good and I think I will be going back.

It was so good to soak and sweat and steam and rest and let my body and, well, my brain really, take a break from work and thinking about my internship and all the other things that like to occupy my thoughts.

My thoughts are definitely occupied.

So it was good.

A surprise urban retreat in the middle of my day.

I was happy to find it and I will definitely add this to some self-care practices that I think will keep me balanced as I navigate life as an intern, a nanny, and you know, everything else I get myself into.

Life is good.

I’m not complaining.

Just happy to have found a respite space for myself in this day.

It was well deserved.

And the paint on my cupboards is almost dry!

I’ll be able to use the kitchen tomorrow.

Roast me a Sunday chicken and make soup for the week.

And like that.

It’s Sunday.

My how time, sometimes, flies.