Entering midlife for me has been a perilous journey so far, full of twists and turns, but I keep in mind that it is only one more stage in life and not my final destination. In about two months, I will embark on a new voyage, training to be a licensed massage therapist. In December I fulfilled one of my dreams: satisfying the requirements for a Bachelor's degree in English. Now, I will seek the fulfillment of another one: learning more about--and ultimately being able to teach others--the benefits of massage.
Am I crazy at 47 years of age to undertake a new career like massage therapy? Some of my relatives and friends probably think so, but I have never been one to retreat from a course of action just because someone whispers "She must be nuts to think she can do that!" I intend to prove my naysayers wrong. After all, two of the most important people in my life encourage me to go for it: my husband and my daughter, who is a massage therapist herself.
My daughter Sarah inspires me everyday to want to help people with physical as well as emotional pain. She has realized after working in the field for three years that the physical pain we feel is often the result of repressing deep emotional wounds. Massage therapy can often help bring about an emotional release as it works out the "knots" in muscle tissue. We all have knots (or nots) in our head that prevent us from reaching our full potential as human beings. I'm learning to untangle my own knots so I can help others do the same.