Do You Share Shower Time?

This is horrifying. Please don't let this be you.

This is horrifying. Please don’t let this be you.

The shower is my sacred place. Steamy, hot water, muffled sound reception and wonderful unencumbered alone time; it’s the metaphoric equivalent of returning to the womb.


When the door is closed and the hot water is flowing, the answers to “life questions” pop into my brain. I can sense my misplaced passport, my new book title surfaces to my conscious mind and if it’s hot enough, I’m Icarus filled with wisdom, moments before I melt. The shower is a portal to higher consciousness. I wouldn’t be surprised if Deepak Chopra and the Dalai Lama connect to God or Bhudda in the shower – I bet Tony Robins Awakens his Giant in there too.


The moment I hear this, “Hey, can I come in there?” the portal slams shut. The shower becomes a small space where I have to share stuff; share water, share heat, and share my sacred alone time. No one over the age of twenty-eight likes sharing the shower because they are past the fantasy of awesome shower sex and sensual back scrubbing – those ideas are for when you were young, flexible and didn’t have kids or fat thighs.


I love everyone. See? I’m spiritually connected, now please stay out of my shower.


Happy Slice Everyone.

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