Today, I realized that my bathroom has turned into a mini sauna. I’m not sure if this is a blessing in disguise for me. The last time I went to a sauna was in 2006 when I was still enrolled at Gold’s Gym. However, I never maximized the perk that went with the membership maybe because I am never fond of anything that has got to do with heat and perspiration. But with the combination of heat, perspiration, and pleasure, that’s another matter.
So I went in my bathroom, closed the door, removed all articles of clothing and stood there. The exhaust fan of my bathroom was in a frenzy and it did not relieve me from the summer heat. No difference when I still had my clothes on. A minute passed by, standing in stationary pretty much reminded me of the sauna bath I had at the gym. Thick air entered my lungs and I started to sweat. It seemed like a claustrophobic encounter minus the panic.
What I like most about the bathroom is that it adjusts to me. I can always step in the shower and wash away all the heat that I felt a few minutes ago or I can just stand there and appreciate the sauna effect I just recently discovered. I can always make a choice.
But some choices can only be made there, when you’re the only one who can go through the effect of your decisions. Decisions outside the shower curtain or beyond the tiles are always tough, especially if we deal with the temporary summer heat or the long-term effects of global warming.
As much as I would like to influence the weather or the uncontrollable external forces (probably Darth Vader’s fault), I cannot. My power lies only within the constraints of my bathroom and my bathroom alone. I am thankful.
I choose to turn the shower knob and let the water pour down on me.
I feel cold.
© 2009 Cat Ramos
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