Checking in, step count was 5,700, which is slightly above sedentary. I didn’t establish the pattern I wanted though. Instead of not going under 5,000 any one day and going over 10,000 at least one day, I had 4 days around 3,500 or 4,000 and two days around 9,500. Shrug, whatever.
So I went to the float tank last night. If you haven’t heard of float tanks or flotation therapy, you can read just about everything you wanted to know here. I have friends who go regularly, and I was excited to try it.
When I got to the place, it was very “spa/yoga/new age” feeling , all wind chimes and filtered water in a clear glass pitcher, which was pleasant. Light and airy, and the attendant was lovely. She offered me water and we sat on the white furniture while she told me what to expect.
I felt pretty comfortable by the time she led me to the room. There was a dressing area and a large shower and the door to the float tank. It wasn’t like the one pictured in the article where you would have to bend down to get in. It was more like this.
Anyhow. The attendant left me. I showered off and stepped into the tank, prepared to experience that “mind turning off” “total relaxation” that they talk about.
Instead, I got a steady stream of thoughts playing through my mind. I had not left my woes outside the tank, I had locked myself in with them.
I felt good. Physically I felt good, and the thoughts weren’t distressing, but they were constant. I could mindfully watch them come and go.
It was a fascinating experience, I’m not sorry I did it, I may do it again sometime. But it was not what I expected. It seemed to make it really clear just how tightly I’m wound. It was a wake-up call for how much more I need to let some tension go.
I woke up wondering what it would take for me to actually shut off my mind.
It took about a minute for the answer to come to me.
Yes. A spanking.
Not a punishment spanking. Maybe not even a hard spanking. Preferably not even hard. Just firm. And long. Sensual. Steady. Absorbing.
That would shut my brain down.
I was going to end with a couple of quotes about spanking, but I think I’ll save them for the Wednesday challenge. Give me time to savor them (and rediscover that yes, I can still get turned on!)