Secret Vices and Obsessions

Secret vices and obsessions…we all have them. Don’t even try to deny it. Every person I have ever met has a secret vice. Some are more damaging than others. Our passions and secret obsessions come in many forms. Some are neutral, some are harmless fun. I’ve met people addicted to shopping, eating, reading, even extreme sports. I’ll be the first to admit that I have more than one obsession.

If you follow this blog, you already know that I’m totally addicted to men’s calves, reading and writing. Today I’m going to confess to another one What you probably don’t know is that I am completely hooked on long, hot . . . bubble baths. (Haha got ya! I know where YOU thought this was going.)

Yes indeed, there is nothing, well almost nothing, that I love more than a soak in a hot bubble bath. I do my best thinking there. I plot, I read, I scheme, I write, I dream, I laugh, I cry, I vent, I celebrate, I play Nintendo DS, I send text messages, I talk on the phone. If it can possibly be done in a bathtub, you’ll find me doing it in mine.

I have a very agreeable and understanding husband; we have not one, but two soaker tubs in our house. The first is perfect for one person. It is 18 inches deep and five feet long, ideal for a shorty like me. The other is deeper, wider and six feet long, which makes it perfect for two people. *Grin*

Just to make my obsession complete, I have a collection of bath products to use in the tub. After all, one can hardly expect a girl to use the same scent every day. I’ve got bubble baths, bath oils, and bath salts to make me smell pretty. I’ve got sea salt and Epsom salt for aches and pains. I’ve even got bubble bath-shampoo combinations.

You can’t see the bath salts on the lower shelf (I didn’t think you needed a full view of all my TP.) Also missing are all the bath products on my two tubs.

So why did I bring this up? Simple!  This blog is about my life and my writing. I spend a lot of time in the tub. While I ease away the strain of my workouts, (don’t even get me started on how much I hate the gym!) I can relax and let my mind go to work. As I lie there half asleep, my mind scoots around in little circles solving my problems or plotting my stories. I’ve had some wicked good ideas in the tub. You would not believe what this devious mind is capable of coming up with!

When I have an issue in my life, or in my stories that I just cannot seem to solve, there is only one solution, a trip to the bathtub. Things get solved there. There is no better place for a pity party than the bathtub.

When I was younger, I lived in a small northern Alberta town. Waaaaay back then, I could slip into my shoes and head out the door, any time of the day. Walking those small town streets late at night I could feel safe and anonymous and just pace and think. Now I’m a big city girl and the night-time streets aren’t so safe anymore. I’ve tried hitting the treadmill, and while my mind does work on the mill, somehow it is just not the same as walking in the dark and thinking. So, off to the tub I go, I shut off the light, slide under the bubbles into that hot, scented water and let my mind drift . . .

(Oh yeah, here’s a tip: If you ever run out of bubble bath, your favorite shampoo or Sunlight dish soap will work great in a pinch. Of course it’s might be a while before I run short of bubbles again.)