What You Need: A Great Massage

What You Need: A Great Massage

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Right now — now, I say! — visit this website, contact this guy, and prepare for bliss.

I know, I know. You're busy. You're in a hurry. The economy sucks, and luxuries like massage will seem so indulgent. Massage, you'll say, is something you do during spa vacations and on cruise liners, but never, never at home.

You will feel better, think more clearly, and deal more efficiently with what life in Atlanta throws at you if you just go see Jeff Craft.

Massage pict Tuina.jpg

Right now — now, I say! — visit this website, contact this guy, and prepare for bliss.

I know, I know. You're busy. You're in a hurry. The economy sucks, and luxuries like massage will seem so indulgent. Massage, you'll say, is something you do during spa vacations and on cruise liners, but never, never at home.

You will feel better, think more clearly, and deal more efficiently with what life in Atlanta throws at you if you just go see Jeff Craft.

I've been seeing Jeff on and off for about two years now. About once every four months or so, I have this thing that happens to my back: a stabbing pain, sharp enough to take my breath away, comes out of nowhere and leaves me in agony. Walking, sitting, stretching — nothing helps … nothing, that is, except a massage from Jeff.

But I don't just go when injured — I go when I really, really, really need to relax. I've got what friends from Thailand call a "monkey mind" — the sort of head that's always racing, leaping, jumping, and gibbering. When Jeff's working on me, though, my thoughts slooooow down and, eventually, go quiet, exactly the way they doing during the kind of meditation I no longer seem to find the time for. Sometimes I even fall asleep on the table. And snore.

Look — you'll come up with all kinds of reasons not to go. He's in Decatur. (From Midtown, it's really only about thirty minutes away.) It's Wednesday. (Who says you have to wait until the weekend?) You have appointments. (Cancel one, and substitute a session with Jeff.) You'll go when you feel more fit and trim. (You are who you are, and Jeff isn't going to judge you. Now go. Go!) You're too modest. (You can wear whatever you like … or be draped.) You can get a introductory massage at Massage Envy for $35.00. (Yeah, and instead of filet mignon, you can get dinner at McDonald's for $3.95. What's more, a thirty-minute pounding from a total stranger is not the same as a quality massage from a skillful artist recommended by someone you know and trust.)

When I find something good and local and very much worth the money, I'm happy to recommend it to people I care about … and a massage from Jeff is, in fact, very good, very local, and very much worth a small investment in your personal balance, happiness, and health.

Call him up. Follow him on Twitter. Make the appointment. Tell him I sent you. You can thank me later.

Mark McElroy

I'm a husband, mystic, writer, media producer, creative director, tinkerer, blogger, reader, gadget lover, and pizza fiend.

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Mark McElroy

I'm a husband, mystic, writer, media producer, creative director, tinkerer, blogger, reader, gadget lover, and pizza fiend.

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