Last Friday I woke up and did the usual checking of emails and scrolling through news websites to see what was going on in the world, and at around midday I got a hankering for some Mexican food. Usually I eat cheap Thai food in the afternoon and MAYBE splash out in the evening, since I don’t earn a lot of money (especially now since I quit my job and dedicated my time to writing on a full time basis…) this splashing out idea has become more and more sparse. So even though I was unsure whether I should spend money on a western lunch or not, I threw caution to the wind and followed my gut.
I was rewarded with two beasty tacos. I destroyed them slowly like a cat torturing a mouse and looked just as satisfied afterwards. I was trying to get in the mindset to be able to write something good for my latest book and decided to go to the tourist area where the dodgy prostitutes normally hang out and play some pool there….Honest! Pool is free in that area and after being here for four years I know the bars where they have good tables and no diseased ridden girls trying to grab your junk. At least that’s the story I’m sticking to…
I found a bar with a free table and said I wanted to play. They asked if I wanted to play by myself (since I was by myself) and I said yes, which was greeted with strange stares. I then proceeded to spend the next hour or so whacking in balls with numbers on them into pockets, and as it was an American table, I hardly ever missed due to their pockets being double the size of English ones…
When i left that bar I felt ultra relaxed, almost ready to have a nap. So I decided to get myself a massage, not worry about writing for the day and concentrate on spoiling myself. I found a massage place near where I live and got myself a massage. The woman was laughing because I was drifting in and out of consciousness after five minutes because I felt so chilled.
I left the place after the massage lady was forcefully trying to set me up with her 18 year old niece (the fact that I mentioned I was 10 years older than her didn’t deter her in any way!) and headed back home feeling like I was floating. I then got back on my computer to see what was going on in the world and proceeded to write 1700 words in my book instead. It was effortless, and looking back I wrote some pretty good stuff as well!
Unfortunately for me once i had finished my work i went to turn my fan on only to realize that it had died. Luckily for me a friend of mine called Cailee, who is also a blogger, turned out to be an absolute hero and let me borrow her spare fan until my one got fixed.
In conclusion I think I should do this pampering day thing more often. I haven’t really spoiled myself at all since moving here because I was so focused on saving money for travelling or for the future. So treating myself every so often is definitely a nice feeling, even more so since I do it less often than most people. However after how I felt on Friday I have a feeling this is going to become more of a common occurrence, and not just for me; my writing benefited from it as well!