Monique--39-s Secret Spa- Part 1 Here

The door swung open before I could knock.

Creepy? A little. Intriguing? Absolutely. Monique--39-s Secret Spa- Part 1

Unlike any spa I have ever been to (and I’ve been to the fancy ones with the heated rocks and the $25 cucumber water), Monique’s doesn’t start with a treatment. It starts with a question. The door swung open before I could knock

She simply looked at my shoulders (which were basically touching my ears) and whispered: “Ah. You’ve been carrying chairs that aren’t yours.” something else came out:

“That I am exhausted not because I do too much, but because I carry too much guilt for doing it.”

I opened my mouth to give a clever answer— “That I need more sleep” or “That I eat stale goldfish from the car floor” —but instead, something else came out: