This Weekend I’m Going to the Spa. I’m Not Leaving the House. Updated - Bad Weather Alert!

I have made a very important, very luxurious, very responsible decision.

This weekend, I am going to the spa.

I am not going anywhere. (bad weather predicted, stay safe!)

No reservations. No driving. No overpriced cucumber water. No trying to whisper while other people very clearly are not.

Instead, I looked around my house this morning and realized something slightly shocking:

I already own a spa.

I have a steam shower.

I have aromatics.

I have calming books.

I have beautiful music.

I have essential oils.

I have body scrubs and scrubbing brushes and soaking tub salts.

I have the kind of towels that deserve a better life than everyday use.

I even have something called Bliss in a Box.

Yes. I am absolutely getting that out.

Somewhere along the way, without fully noticing, I have apparently been preparing for this moment for years.

And here’s the real breakthrough: I am not doing this for an hour. I am not squeezing it in. I am not calling it “self-care” and then answering emails five minutes later.

I am making this a two-day at-home spa retreat.

Two days of slow.

Two days of warm water, good smells, and zero urgency.

Two days of reading without trying to “get through” anything.

Two days of music that exists purely to be beautiful.

Two days of treating myself like someone I actually like.

The funny thing is, I didn’t buy anything new for this. I didn’t need to. I just… looked around. And I suspect if you do the same, you might have a surprising amount of spa hiding in plain sight too.

Maybe you have:

• A candle you’ve been “saving”
• A face mask you forgot about
• A book you’ve been meaning to read
• A body scrub in the back of the cabinet
• A playlist that makes your shoulders drop two inches
• A bathtub, a shower, or even just a very determined washcloth

You don’t need marble floors and a person named Luca handing you herbal tea.

You need permission.

So consider this me officially giving it to you.

This weekend, I’m inviting you to join me in an at-home spa day. Or better yet, an at-home spa weekend, if you can manage it. Even a half-day counts. Even a few intentional hours count.

Make it gentle. Make it slow. Make it slightly ceremonial.

Put on music.

Turn off the noise.

Use the good stuff.

Pretend you are a guest in your own life.

And if your brain starts telling you that you should be doing something “more productive,” please inform it that you are currently in a wellness facility and unavailable.

I’ll be in my steam shower, emerging like a slightly wiser, much more moisturized version of myself.

If you do this too, consider yourself part of the Very Exclusive, Extremely Relaxed, No Pants Required Spa Club.

Membership is free.

The benefits are immediate.

And the dress code is aggressively comfortable.

Happy weekend, friends.

I’ll see you on the other side—softened, unhurried, and faintly lavender-scented. 🧖‍♀️

Julie Bolejack, MBA
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