I have few indulgences, when you get right down to it, in relation to the typical middle aged modern person.
I don't shop.
I don't really wear makeup, and the one lipstick I use regularly is 5 years old.
We don't have cable, and we are frugal as can be, with the exception of a few meals out per week.
We don't have debt, we don't have toys.
All of this has a lot less to do with virtuousness, and much more to do with my neurosis regarding money.
I have a naturopath that I see several times a year.
Maybe five in a bad year, maybe less when I'm betterish.
I used to have a hypnotherapist, but he was insanely expensive and didn't draw blood.
I love my naturopath very much.
She listens to me.
She pats my hands.
She tells me I matter, and that I'm meaningful.
She worries that I work too much and rest too little.
She tells me that she is proud of me, and knows my taste, my struggles, my strengths.
She pours me cups of tea and cares deeply about my well being.
She is like the parents I never had, and for $125 an hour, it's a bargain.
She also got me put back together last year after my iron dipped so low that my MD suggested a blood transfusion and a hysterectomy, which seemed like a terrible idea to me.
I know tons of people that feel this way about their therapists, but I never had much luck with mental health folks, all they every wanted to do was give me sleeping pills and stuff me full of anti-depressants, that they couldn't really explain fully.
My friend Dom is a big believer in western medicine. She is game for any kind of treatment, and I suppose that works for her.
I have never felt the slightest bit of care from a doctor in my life, in fact, I have actively felt uncared for and harmed at times.
So I opt to take vitamins and practice Emotional Freeing Technique, and do yoga sometimes and breath deeply and believe strongly in the power of having someone care about you, even if they are just pretending to for money.