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

Creepy? A little. Intriguing? Absolutely.

The door swung open before I could knock.

And that was it. I paid—not with money, but with a promise to write down three things I actually want, not three things I owe the world. Monique--39-s Secret Spa- Part 1

If you find a grey door on Old Mill Road, and you have the courage to bring your silence… tell Monique I sent you.

“You don’t need to be broken to be healed. Monique’s. Thursday. 7:47 PM. Door #9. Bring silence.” Creepy

So, this is Part 1. I don’t know what Monique will ask me next Thursday. I don’t know what’s behind the other doors. But I know that for the first time in 39 years, I am not in a hurry to find out.

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

Monique nodded like she had heard this exact confession a thousand times. She placed a warm, weighted stone in my left palm and a cold, smooth one in my right.