As some of you know, I have started Massage therapy school. I am attending the Florida School of Massage in Gainesville. I haven't said much about it because I was waiting to have a real impression. So I have one.
It's an interesting concept to be forced to be at peace, be regarded, and liked from 8-230 Monday through Friday. I say forced because it's a luxury that I would not give myself. I tend to take care of others, so this is like eating bon bons. The people are brilliantly smart. I am not kidding. I am amazed at the teachers. Just when I think that we will get some wanna be, another over qualified person comes in to teach us kinesiology or communication or anatomy. I still can't really tell who is running the place because so many people are fully capable. And I get a massage everyday. I don't know if I will be a decent massage therapist when this is over, but it won't be because I am not surrounded by support and intelligence. I do know that I will be different. I like being expected and received. People are glad to see me. That is life changing for someone like me. If you can forgive the analogy, it's like a tiny muscle that is never touched, but needs it desperately. That's me.
So, yeah. I like this school. My friend and boss said it and I knew it. I would be the one changed when this is done. He was right.
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