It’s been almost three years since I left my job working as an English professor. Leaving was one of the most difficult decisions of my life, but it was necessary. I knew I needed to do something that would allow more time for my own writing, and I wanted to connect with my body in a new way. The past three years have been incredible—filled with travel, introspection, and study. And after many years working as a community college professor, I found myself as a community college student studying massage therapy. I recently earned my license, and now here I am launching my practice!
As I’ve talked with people about my career change from teaching English to massage therapy, most have remarked, “What a big change!” or “How different!” Yes, I am no longer going home with endless stacks of essays or worrying about the success rates of developmental writing classes, but I feel as a massage therapist that I can still do what gave me the greatest joy as an English professor.
Before the start of every class, I used to pray to be a vehicle of love for my students. Beyond the fundamentals of grammar or the elements of a poem, I wanted simply to share love with them. I wanted to hold them in a space of acceptance where they felt comfortable enough to be curious, make mistakes, and startle themselves with new perspectives. Of course, some days were better than others. As a therapist, I approach massage in the same way. I know that beyond applying specific techniques, what is ultimately important is the attentive quality of my touch and the love that I share. I also know that my intentions as a therapist are no more important than my client’s intentions.
I’m grateful for the many new opportunities before me to connect with others and keep learning. I hope to update the Blog once a month with news, self-care notes, and other musings.