It began with a phone call I received first thing this morning (you know, like 10am). My BFF of twenty plus years rang to say that after her facial on Saturday, she has decided that she probably needs to get a facial every 4-6 weeks. No big deal, you say, right? Who wouldn’t want a facial every month?
Well, typically, it would be my BFF, who is mostly just mystified by beauty treatments and what we think is important at the salon. She spends 99 percent of her time helping others — kids, partner, animals, friends, co-workers, strangers on the street — she lives to serve. We’ve had facials, body treatments, water aerobics classes, hairdo’s and shopping trips together — none of which has ever inspired her to want to do something just for her. I’m not sure if it’s the hormones or what another friend calls my “evil sorcery,” but something clicked for her this weekend.
And, it was followed up by a phone call.
“What? I don’t think I heard you. Did you just say you needed a facial? Are pigs flying outside my window right now? Is Hell frozen? What is going on?” I replied.
“I just think it would be good for my skin,” she continued, after my shrieking laughter subsided.
“Ha! I really am an evil sorceress! Cindy was right! I’ve captured you, too!” I exulted. “Finally, you’ve come over to the Dark side, where we revel in decadence once a month for no other purpose than to feel good and look better. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. I can’t believe I’m saying this either. But, I just want my skin to feel better.” she responded.
It just goes to show you, even those who live to serve others can (and should) let others serve them once in a while, if for no other reason than to fill up their souls so they can go out to serve again.