An overcast sky and a cold March day made the heated massage table that much more inviting. My husband nested right in, wasting no time getting comfortable.
"I feel sorry for your husband," said my client. "You're strong!" A smile spread across my face and we both laughed. I miss this part, building relationships, connecting in this quiet space, but I don't miss my massage practice. I closed that over a year ago. My license expires at the end of the year … Continue reading Why I Quit Doing Massage