Last night I made the impromptu decision to spontaneously book myself a slot for floatation therapy. HUH? What’s that all about? That was my initial reaction too, I feel ya. Call me slow, but I’ve never heard of such a thing before until I googled ‘ways to rest and rejuvenate in Singapore’ and that was one of the options that came up.
Prior to this, I was on the verge of doing some domestic tourism like booking a hostel /hotel room and check in solo for 1 night. But then I realised check in was waaay too late, and check out was way too early for my liking. So I scrapped that idea, and found myself entertaining the thought of…. Floating!
Basically I live for experiences that are out of the ordinary, to escape from the monotony that is daily life. Doing things that I’ve never tried before, that seem slightly intimidating but wondrous and intriguing just perks me up and breathes life into my existence. Corny, but true.
These past few months I’ve been living in tonic stress, and I can’t even begin to pinpoint the exact cause. Am I healthy? Yes. Am I in a safe home surrounded by my family members? Yes. Am I able to continue uni without disrupting any modules? Yes. Am I in mortal peril? No.
And yet, there seems to be a heavy weight settling in my heart, and it feels difficult to find joy every single day. Isn’t it so amazing how when we were kids, everyday seemed so full of joy and laughter that we never had to think once about actively searching for happiness? Here I am, at 21 years old, not even midlife (at least i hope so), and facing an existential crisis. Who am I? What am I doing with my life? What is my purpose?
Enough was enough. I was tired of feeling tired all the time, of feeling so drained that I don’t even have the energy to make the most out of family time and have meaningful lighthearted conversions with my dad my mom and my sis. Hence, back to the present moment, floatation therapy! Realised I rambled on for a bit there, but ah, it is nice to hash out everything once in a while and put thoughts into words.
Back to the story, so I booked my slot for 9.15am the very next day (it was the earliest and only slot left). Spontaneity at its finest! Was pretty excited about the unknown that it took me a while to fall asleep, I think I entered slumberland only after midnight. Had to wake up at 7am in the morning because of travel time, and was slightly sleepy BUT all the better because this means I might end up really drifting off in the floating pod??
When I first reached, the place was a little dubious because the building looked rather old and shabby and just a tiny bit creepy 😂 not to mention, the lift was old and rickety with peeling paint patches visible. As I started to wonder if I was lost, my eyes landed on the cute little sign board assuring me that Google Maps was indeed working just fine. So I entered the lift, and fervently prayed it would last the 5 stories up and not break down halfway.
The moment the lift doors opened, I was amazed because the interior was so different from the exterior. I guess it’s true that you shouldn’t judge a book based on its cover. Otherwise, you’d never know what treasures may possibly be hidden.
The lounge area was smaller than I expected but it was very light and airy, with serene vibes at its finest. The morning rays were streaming in, casting a soft warm glow that made the place look even more inviting than it already is. After a quick pee stop and brief tour by the guide, my 1 hour of floating began.
Lying in the pod full of epsom-salty water, feels a bit like how I imagine astronauts would feel floating about in the space shuttle. It took a couple of minutes for my body to settle in that weightless sensation, of feeling nothing against my skin even though I was in my birthday suit. I must admit the first few minutes were slightly scary, because initial claustrophobia kicked in especially when the entire pod became pitch black. But slowly, gradually, I got used to the sensation. My breathing became the loudest noise (the only noise really), which helped me get into that meditative state of focusing on one’s breath. Sometimes my mind would wander, and I’ll bring it back to the present moment. Other times, I just let myself drift in a state of self awareness, self reflection – they say you might get a eureka moment while floating and I think I did enlighten myself a little regarding certain aspects of life which I will dwell on in a separate post.
Overall the experience was a highly unique one, probably similar to staying a night in a capsule hotel (hmm maybe I should try this out too). Apparently it takes 3 sessions for your body to be accustomed to the sensation of floating, but I feel like I adjusted well after the first 20 mins or so? Being inside the pod felt like I’d returned to the life stage of a foetus : safe, warm and cocooned inside a womb like structure.
Would I go for a second session in the future? Probably not, because it did cost $90 for a session and to be very honest, I think my onsen experience during my Kyoto solo trip was the absolute best. Unfair comparison but that’s the truth, and I think I’d rather save up some money for another trip to the land of the rising sun instead. Nevertheless this was a very special experience, and I’m still glad I went to give it a shot because as the saying goes: if you don’t try, you’ll never know :”)