Thank Yourself


My massage therapist held my head in his hands at the end of the massage, and, in a gentle whispery voice, he said he hoped that the session had been beneficial to me.

“Yes,” I said, “Thank you so much.”

He replied, “Thank yourself.”

I laughed.

Thank yourself.

You know what? He’s right. Amen to that.

I’ve had a crappy few days and have not wanted to be around anyone. I tried to run and hike and yoga and journal and take baths and Netflix all my crap out. That helped, but I was still feeling depleted. Time for a massage.

I didn’t have to allow him to work on me. I didn’t have to take that time or spend my money on that. I could have argued myself out of it by saying it was too indulgent and there were more practical things to spend my money on. But I didn’t. I happily paid for preventive care. I did not want to feel worse. I gratefully took care of myself.

Thank you, Georgi.

Because I am in a service profession, people sometimes thank me.

Recently, I ran into a woman who took one of my classes and she stopped me to tell me that I had really helped her because now she gives herself more of a break when she makes mistakes.

With a laugh, she told me, “I can hear you saying, ‘Oh, look what I did. Isn’t that interesting? Aren’t I interesting?’ instead of getting so upset with myself. So, I wanted to thank you.”

Not gonna lie: So nice to hear. But, here’s the thing: It’s not about me.

thank-yourselfShe didn’t need me to tell her that.

She didn’t need me to learn to give herself a break.

She chose to give herself a break that day.

She needs to thank herself.

Thank yourself.

I teach and repeat the same things that thousands of other people teach. The messages I convey are circling around in multiple formats on constant loop everywhere. I curate information. I am one channel for information in an OCEAN of information. I am a teacher. I have a service role.

The day I talked about giving yourself a break, that student chose to attend that class. She chose to pay attention instead of spacing out thinking about sex. She was ready to hear me. She was ready to let me be the messenger.

She heard it. She applied it. She should thank herself.

Thank yourself.

With or without me or anyone else, your path is going to unfold. Someone else will always come along. Someone else will always have information. Someone else is always offering clues. You are always going to figure it out.

Beautiful reader: Your life is about your choices. It’s about who you choose to spend your time with. It’s about what you choose to learn and apply. It’s about what stories you choose to tell. It’s about you choosing to believe that you are worthy and you are important and you deserve so much love. It’s about choosing to give yourself a break when you are down. It’s about choosing to take care of your mind, body, and spirit.

It’s about giving yourself credit for every single itty-bitty-tiptoeing-forward healthy choice.

YOU are making them.

I think you’re doing an amazing job.

Then again, you don’t need me to tell you that.

Thank yourself.







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