An Introduction of Sorts - Beginning Thoughts from A Student of Physical Therapy, Massage, and Furthering Education

You never notice how much you do until something grabs hold of you and makes you stop doing what you do. The realization comes once you are put back down and find yourself lost in the race to catch up. Oy...

My mom came into town this past weekend to visit me. Much like any parental visit it was filled with moments of glee for experiencing what I have missed, deep reflection on the possible implications behind the fact that you look EXACTLY like them, and the overwhelming relief of driving them very far away from your house. Today, I put her on a plane headed home and have spent the last four hours staring at my desk wondering how the hell I got myself into school, work, and a relationship, all at the same time. As of now, I have 51.5 hours to complete a summary of the human digestive system, get really good at the physics of sound, and polish up a workshop on how massage therapists can most effectively communicate with their clients. .......35.3 hours, minus sleep and travel time.


For those of you who do not know me, I am a three quarter time massage therapist, full time physiology student, overtime girlfriend, and aspiring physical therapist. I accept gifts of stolen spoons, dark chocolate, and mathematical advice from physicists. The physicists part, I thought I would never hear myself say. I went from four years of theatre to three years of massage therapy and no one ever asked me the intensity of a sound wave bouncing off of a moth from 3 meters away. In truth, it is kind of fun. I find I do not mind that in order to get into any school of Physical Therapy, anywhere, you have to study physics for a year. I moved to Seattle to study massage therapy because it is one of the better places in the country to do so. I enjoyed the education I received here. I sat up on warm Arizona nights searching the Natural Healers website for schools (as folks in Phoenix need the Internet to find anything natural) and landed myself in Seattle, where I was taught that the body is just a very impressive tower of levers. I fell in love with all the mechanics of the body and I let that affection carry me all the way back to a big university that now requires me to examine that love from molecule to radian. It is true that love can deepen with knowledge.


Speaking of knowledge, I have an exam in 58.84 hours. My mom called to let me know she landed safely. My sister called to ask me how things went with mom. My girlfriend called to let me know she has safely arrived at her business hotel. My cat would like dinner. And I hear 8 hours of sleep is a good thing.