If there's one thing that I really need in my life, it's music. It's the constant that keeps me going.
The radio was always on when I was growing up. Of course, until I was about 12, we listened to whatever my parents had on, which was always country. My parents were set up on a blind date and it was their mutual love of country music that inspired them to go on their second date. They've been married for almost 45 years. But I digress...
When I was old enough to realize that there was music beyond country, I followed my sister's lead (who is 3 years older than me) and moved towards top 40 and mainstream rock. It wasn't until I reached high school that I realized there was a much better alternative music scene. When I was old enough, I was introduced to an even larger spectrum of music that didn't get radio play but could be found in dance clubs. I also discovered how much more impressive music was when it was live and went to as many concerts as I could
In addition to listening to music, I also made music for a long time. I took piano lessons from the age of 8 until I was 13. The only reason I stopped was that we had moved and were unable to find a good piano teacher. I still love to play. In school, we started instrumental music in grade 7 and, thanks to a wonderful music teacher, I was able to try out as many instruments as I wanted. Throughout grades 7 and 8, I played flute, piccolo, clarinet, percussion, trumpet and baritone. In high school, I continued to play the baritone in band and also played keyboard and trumpet in jazz band. I also sang a lot: I was in church choirs off and on throughout most of my childhood, I auditioned and won a spot in a regional children's choir when I was 13 and in high school I participated in choir, jazz choir and took a vocal class. I even joined a "folklore" choir when I moved to Germany at the age of 21.
Shortly after that, I seemed to lose all musicality from my life. Living abroad made it difficult to find music that I liked to listen to and even harder to make my own music. I got married (to a non-musical man) and had children and found that, other than listening to the radio in the car, there wasn't much of a musical presence in my life. Sadly, it stayed that way for years.
Recently, I've begun to realize how important music is to me; that I really feel incomplete without it. Luckily, advances in technology (sattelite & internet radio) have made accessing music I like much easier, regardless of where I'm living. I also happen to be currently living in a place where I am surrounded by a plethora of live music venues (although it took me a few years to realize it). The best part is that, since I tend to like lesser-known musicians, I have the opportunity to see as many bands as I would like for a very reasonable price. Unfortunately, I haven't been making much of these opportunities but I'm slowly changing that.
In the past year I've been to three concerts, which is more than I'd been to in probably 10 years prior. All were in tiny little venues, all were fabulous shows and it made me tremendously happy to be there. In fact, the second show I went to put me in such a state of euphoria, that I smiled for days afterwards. As we all know, I have little reason to smile on most days and I wish it were different. So, I have come up with a plan: to attend more concerts. Ideally, I would like to get to to one concert a month. To that end, I have bought tickets to two upcoming shows. In April, I'm going back to see the band that made me so ecstatic when I saw them in September and I'm going to see a new singer-songwriter gal in May (oddly enough, both at the same venue). We'll see what happens after that.
In addition, I have a birthday coming up and I've asked for a piano. It doesn't have to be brand new or expensive. I'll be happy with a second-hand one from Craigslist, as long as it's in decent shape and plays well. I still have my guitar that I pick up every so often but I really do miss having a piano and I would love to be able to play again.
Desperate times call for desperate measures and I am trying my damndest to find ways to keep my head above water, to keep me going, to give me something to look forward to. For now, this is it -- the tickets are hung beside the calendar where they remind me that there are, indeed, good things to come.
Friday 30 March 2012
Tuesday 27 March 2012
11 Questions
I've been tagged in a meme by my friend, Me. I've been debating if I should play and have finally decided to answer the questions posed without perpetuating the game. Maybe you'll learn a little bit more about me and a few things I might not discuss here otherwise...
1. Did you have an imaginary friend when you were a kid? Details, please!
Nope. Never had one and it never occurred to me that I should. I lived on a street full of kids so always had real friends to play with.
2. Ever seen a ghost? Met a psychic? Had a prophetic dream? Just about everyone, even if you don't really believe, has had some sort of supernatural experience. What's one of yours?
The house 4 doors up the street from me when I was a kid was haunted. One of my best friends lived there so we got to experience all sorts of odd things all the time. Never saw the ghost but it certainly made its presence known.
I'm good friends with a lady who is psychic.
No prophetic dreams but I occasionally converse/communicate with dead people. I've always been aware of their presence but being able to communicate with them is a new "talent" which I acquired last year when I became attuned to reiki.
3. What is your biggest addiction?
Depression. I've discussed this at length here on the blog so won't go into any more details now. However, if you're looking for an actual substance addiction, then Coke (a-Cola).
4. What do you want to be when you grow up?
When I was young I wanted to be a singer, an actress, a model and a teacher (not necessarily all at the same time). Later, I wanted to be a speech pathologist. I ended up teaching English as a Second Language for many years and I will probably teach reiki at some point so I guess the teacher part happened even if not in the traditional sense. Right now, I want to be a healer/bodyworker and help people feel better, both emotionally and physically, using my gifts in energy work and the skills I've learned in bodywork (massage, etc).
5. What was the last concert you went to?
The English Beat last September. It was freakin' awesome! And, lucky me, I'll be going to see them again in a couple of weeks :D
6. What was the last movie you watched?
The Hunger Games on Sunday. It was great. The kids loved it, too. (Of course, the book was better.)
7. Beatles or Stones? Why?
Neither. I have never voluntarily listened to either, nor do I ever intend to. If I really had to choose one, though, I guess probably the Stones because they rock more. Also, the early Beatles stuff just annoys the hell out of me so even if their later work makes up for it, they still have that against them.
8. If you could be invisible for twenty-four hours, what would you do?
I have no idea. Maybe sneak into the movies or a concert for free... If I didn't have any scruples, I'd say spy on people but I'd feel bad doing that.
9. You're on death row. What do you request for your last meal?
Japanese food. A good miso soup and properly made salmon teriyaki.
10. We all have a few regrets in life. What's the number one thing you regret NOT doing?
I try to live life with as few regrets as possible so this is a bit hard... NOT doing... hmm... I guess I would have to say not sticking up for myself/ letting myself be overpowered/ giving up who I am for the benefit of others.
11. You ran off and joined the circus. What's your act?
My favourite act is the trapeze but I don't know if I could ever get over my fear of heights/falling to actually be able to perform. Those acrobat girls who twist themselves up in those long fabric things are awesome, too, but again there's the height factor. Oh, yes!! Now I've got it! I'd be the hula-hoop girl :)
1. Did you have an imaginary friend when you were a kid? Details, please!
Nope. Never had one and it never occurred to me that I should. I lived on a street full of kids so always had real friends to play with.
2. Ever seen a ghost? Met a psychic? Had a prophetic dream? Just about everyone, even if you don't really believe, has had some sort of supernatural experience. What's one of yours?
The house 4 doors up the street from me when I was a kid was haunted. One of my best friends lived there so we got to experience all sorts of odd things all the time. Never saw the ghost but it certainly made its presence known.
I'm good friends with a lady who is psychic.
No prophetic dreams but I occasionally converse/communicate with dead people. I've always been aware of their presence but being able to communicate with them is a new "talent" which I acquired last year when I became attuned to reiki.
3. What is your biggest addiction?
Depression. I've discussed this at length here on the blog so won't go into any more details now. However, if you're looking for an actual substance addiction, then Coke (a-Cola).
4. What do you want to be when you grow up?
When I was young I wanted to be a singer, an actress, a model and a teacher (not necessarily all at the same time). Later, I wanted to be a speech pathologist. I ended up teaching English as a Second Language for many years and I will probably teach reiki at some point so I guess the teacher part happened even if not in the traditional sense. Right now, I want to be a healer/bodyworker and help people feel better, both emotionally and physically, using my gifts in energy work and the skills I've learned in bodywork (massage, etc).
5. What was the last concert you went to?
The English Beat last September. It was freakin' awesome! And, lucky me, I'll be going to see them again in a couple of weeks :D
6. What was the last movie you watched?
The Hunger Games on Sunday. It was great. The kids loved it, too. (Of course, the book was better.)
7. Beatles or Stones? Why?
Neither. I have never voluntarily listened to either, nor do I ever intend to. If I really had to choose one, though, I guess probably the Stones because they rock more. Also, the early Beatles stuff just annoys the hell out of me so even if their later work makes up for it, they still have that against them.
8. If you could be invisible for twenty-four hours, what would you do?
I have no idea. Maybe sneak into the movies or a concert for free... If I didn't have any scruples, I'd say spy on people but I'd feel bad doing that.
9. You're on death row. What do you request for your last meal?
Japanese food. A good miso soup and properly made salmon teriyaki.
10. We all have a few regrets in life. What's the number one thing you regret NOT doing?
I try to live life with as few regrets as possible so this is a bit hard... NOT doing... hmm... I guess I would have to say not sticking up for myself/ letting myself be overpowered/ giving up who I am for the benefit of others.
11. You ran off and joined the circus. What's your act?
My favourite act is the trapeze but I don't know if I could ever get over my fear of heights/falling to actually be able to perform. Those acrobat girls who twist themselves up in those long fabric things are awesome, too, but again there's the height factor. Oh, yes!! Now I've got it! I'd be the hula-hoop girl :)
Monday 26 March 2012
Helpless
By body is slow and sluggish. I am numb.
I am open, exposed and vulnerable. I think someone is going to shoot me from behind at any moment.
I am losing strength rapidly. I need someone else to be the strong one for a while. I need someone I trust to wrap their arms around me, hold me tight and protect me. I know that won't change anything, but at least I'll feel safe for a while.
I am so alone.
I am open, exposed and vulnerable. I think someone is going to shoot me from behind at any moment.
I am losing strength rapidly. I need someone else to be the strong one for a while. I need someone I trust to wrap their arms around me, hold me tight and protect me. I know that won't change anything, but at least I'll feel safe for a while.
I am so alone.
Friday 23 March 2012
Stupid Cancer, Part 2
I really hope this doesn't become a long series of posts entitled "Stupid Cancer" but I'm very afraid it will.
It's been almost 7 weeks since Part 1. The story then was: possible cancer recurrence. The doctors had: a shadow on a CT scan/MRI/x-ray, some spots on a bone scan, a nagging cough and fluid around the heart which, taken all together, probably meant cancer but they had no way to biopsy anything. The plan was 3 rounds of chemo each 3 weeks apart then reassess. The third round will be in few days. So far the chemo is going well. She's lost her hair and is tired but hasn't been nauseous or had too many side-effects. However...
It turns out that she's been seeing her oncologist after each chemo treatment and the story has been changing. Apparently now it's definitely a recurrence of breast cancer, which seems to have spread to the bones and the fluid around her heart also contains cancerous cells (the fluid was causing the cough). They are officially waiting until after the next round of chemo to come up with the next plan but obviously there will be a continuation of the chemo. Probably indefinitely. And possible surgery for the fluid around the heart.
So, after the initial shock and grieving I went through, I kind of got used to the idea that cancer was back in my life. Still, even though the news was bad the situation was presented to me then in as positive a light as it could be. I guess that is to be expected, when the story is coming from the one with the diagnosis. A positive attitude means everything. Today, I got the bigger picture from her husband, with the added details and a bit more reality. He's still positive, but it was very clear this time that it's now very serious. Obviously, we're still positive but we also need to grasp the whole scope of the situation.
And it sucks.
It's been almost 7 weeks since Part 1. The story then was: possible cancer recurrence. The doctors had: a shadow on a CT scan/MRI/x-ray, some spots on a bone scan, a nagging cough and fluid around the heart which, taken all together, probably meant cancer but they had no way to biopsy anything. The plan was 3 rounds of chemo each 3 weeks apart then reassess. The third round will be in few days. So far the chemo is going well. She's lost her hair and is tired but hasn't been nauseous or had too many side-effects. However...
It turns out that she's been seeing her oncologist after each chemo treatment and the story has been changing. Apparently now it's definitely a recurrence of breast cancer, which seems to have spread to the bones and the fluid around her heart also contains cancerous cells (the fluid was causing the cough). They are officially waiting until after the next round of chemo to come up with the next plan but obviously there will be a continuation of the chemo. Probably indefinitely. And possible surgery for the fluid around the heart.
So, after the initial shock and grieving I went through, I kind of got used to the idea that cancer was back in my life. Still, even though the news was bad the situation was presented to me then in as positive a light as it could be. I guess that is to be expected, when the story is coming from the one with the diagnosis. A positive attitude means everything. Today, I got the bigger picture from her husband, with the added details and a bit more reality. He's still positive, but it was very clear this time that it's now very serious. Obviously, we're still positive but we also need to grasp the whole scope of the situation.
And it sucks.
Wednesday 21 March 2012
Fret & Worry
I've been having such a good week and although the weather is still unseasonably warm and lovely, my mood has not remained quite so positive.
I really wish I could stay in that good place for more than a day or two.
At least, I haven't sunk very low. Today I was mostly brought down by worry and fear. It's funny how an unpredictable combination of seeing someone here, talking to someone else there and the myriad other little happenstances of a day can set my mind to turning and churning in a most troublesome way.
By now (late at night) I think my brain has tired itself out and although my thoughts have really gotten me no further ahead, I have thought enough for one day. The unfortunate result is that my eyes are red and puffy and itch like hell from all the stress I've inflicted upon myself.
Someday, dammit, my life will be simple and happy and I will have no reason to fret like this.
I really wish I could stay in that good place for more than a day or two.
At least, I haven't sunk very low. Today I was mostly brought down by worry and fear. It's funny how an unpredictable combination of seeing someone here, talking to someone else there and the myriad other little happenstances of a day can set my mind to turning and churning in a most troublesome way.
By now (late at night) I think my brain has tired itself out and although my thoughts have really gotten me no further ahead, I have thought enough for one day. The unfortunate result is that my eyes are red and puffy and itch like hell from all the stress I've inflicted upon myself.
Someday, dammit, my life will be simple and happy and I will have no reason to fret like this.
Tuesday 20 March 2012
Relative Productivity
Yesterday I had a great day. The weather certainly played a role -- summer weather in March is fabulous -- but there was more to it than that. Mostly, it's because I was running around all day being busy and productive, which is always better than sitting at home being, or at least feeling, the opposite.
The funny thing is that I really didn't do anything out of the ordinary. I did nothing yesterday that I haven't done every week for the last 5-10 years. I helped out in my son's 6th grade Life Skills (aka Home Ec) class, hot gluing yarn hair on "pot-bellied" dolls, and then I had a short appointment. That was followed by a trip to Target to buy shorts and hair oil for my daughter (the diving practice is wreaking havoc on her long locks) and I finished up with a stop at Costco for gas and a few food items. Really, it was *not* an exceptional day but it did leave me feeling exceptionally productive.
You see, it's all relative. I spent a good portion of the last two weeks sitting in a cramped little room doing nothing but waiting for my next client and I hated every second of it. All I could do was think of all the other things I could be doing with that time, especially considering I wasn't even getting paid to sit there and do nothing. Now, it is so nice to be able to use my time doing things that need to be done, even if it is nothing more than running errands.
I have realized how precious my time really is. I am going to take advantage of it, especially knowing that I will have less of it again in a few weeks once I get my practice going. I will make the most of my free time over the next couple of weeks -- and enjoy every minute of it.
And now I have to go -- I have another busy day planned today!
The funny thing is that I really didn't do anything out of the ordinary. I did nothing yesterday that I haven't done every week for the last 5-10 years. I helped out in my son's 6th grade Life Skills (aka Home Ec) class, hot gluing yarn hair on "pot-bellied" dolls, and then I had a short appointment. That was followed by a trip to Target to buy shorts and hair oil for my daughter (the diving practice is wreaking havoc on her long locks) and I finished up with a stop at Costco for gas and a few food items. Really, it was *not* an exceptional day but it did leave me feeling exceptionally productive.
You see, it's all relative. I spent a good portion of the last two weeks sitting in a cramped little room doing nothing but waiting for my next client and I hated every second of it. All I could do was think of all the other things I could be doing with that time, especially considering I wasn't even getting paid to sit there and do nothing. Now, it is so nice to be able to use my time doing things that need to be done, even if it is nothing more than running errands.
I have realized how precious my time really is. I am going to take advantage of it, especially knowing that I will have less of it again in a few weeks once I get my practice going. I will make the most of my free time over the next couple of weeks -- and enjoy every minute of it.
And now I have to go -- I have another busy day planned today!
Monday 19 March 2012
Crazy Days
It's been crazy times around here lately!!
As you know, I started a new job a couple of weeks ago. I was very excited about it and was really looking forward to it. That was short-lived. To make a long story short, the job sucked so I quit. Don't get me wrong: I love what I do but unfortunately I wasn't able to do it there. I won't get into all the details but suffice to say that an owner who doesn't understand massage, a store with no management, underpaid therapists and way too much behind-the-scenes interpersonal drama does not make a healthy, enjoyable work environment. I'm glad I had the experience. I was able to meet a few nice people, I got some much-needed practice and I learned how *not* to run a business!
So I am once again unemployed -- but not for long. The main reason I went looking for a job was that I was tired of waiting. I'd been talking with a great guy about renting a room in his office to set up my own practice since November and although he was sure one of his rooms would be available "soon", neither of us really had any way of knowing when that might be. And wouldn't you know it -- as soon as I got a job to fill time, one of his tenants gave her notice. That means that I'll have a room to set up a full-time practice as of the first of April. I'm very excited! (Once again, I've proven that sometimes you just have to let go to make things happen.)
So, really, it's all working out quite well.
Despite all of that going well, I've been a bit of an emotional mess. Last week I was dealing with a LOT of anger and I haven't been able to figure out why. I know I have a gazillion things to be angry about... and maybe that's just it. Maybe, for once, I was just letting myself be angry about all of it.
Luckily, I was able to lift my spirits over the weekend. The fantastic summery weather sure helped, as did going out for a couple of beers for St. Patrick's Day with my good buddy, R. She's a great girl to hang out with and it was a nice change to be surrounded by people just having fun. I definitely need more fun in my life...
As you know, I started a new job a couple of weeks ago. I was very excited about it and was really looking forward to it. That was short-lived. To make a long story short, the job sucked so I quit. Don't get me wrong: I love what I do but unfortunately I wasn't able to do it there. I won't get into all the details but suffice to say that an owner who doesn't understand massage, a store with no management, underpaid therapists and way too much behind-the-scenes interpersonal drama does not make a healthy, enjoyable work environment. I'm glad I had the experience. I was able to meet a few nice people, I got some much-needed practice and I learned how *not* to run a business!
So I am once again unemployed -- but not for long. The main reason I went looking for a job was that I was tired of waiting. I'd been talking with a great guy about renting a room in his office to set up my own practice since November and although he was sure one of his rooms would be available "soon", neither of us really had any way of knowing when that might be. And wouldn't you know it -- as soon as I got a job to fill time, one of his tenants gave her notice. That means that I'll have a room to set up a full-time practice as of the first of April. I'm very excited! (Once again, I've proven that sometimes you just have to let go to make things happen.)
So, really, it's all working out quite well.
Despite all of that going well, I've been a bit of an emotional mess. Last week I was dealing with a LOT of anger and I haven't been able to figure out why. I know I have a gazillion things to be angry about... and maybe that's just it. Maybe, for once, I was just letting myself be angry about all of it.
Luckily, I was able to lift my spirits over the weekend. The fantastic summery weather sure helped, as did going out for a couple of beers for St. Patrick's Day with my good buddy, R. She's a great girl to hang out with and it was a nice change to be surrounded by people just having fun. I definitely need more fun in my life...
Friday 16 March 2012
Don't Shoot the Messenger
Recently, I tried to do something nice. My intentions were honest and I meant nothing more than to pass along a positive message. So much for good intentions. I suppose I should have foreseen the reaction but obviously I'm too naive. Silly me thought the message would be taken for face value rather than being twisted into something it wasn't and was never intended to be.
I know I often live in a very different world from most people and this has proven, once again, that I am a very poor judge of how those people think and behave.
I don't understand them, and I likely never will.
I know I often live in a very different world from most people and this has proven, once again, that I am a very poor judge of how those people think and behave.
I don't understand them, and I likely never will.
Wednesday 14 March 2012
A Bad Day
Some days it hits me that I just really, really hate my life. Today is not one of those days, but I had one recently.
The day started off with me trying to tidy up and getting aggravated with my children for leaving their belongings sprawled all over the house. It didn't improve after that. There were no further events that made anything worse but because I had allowed myself to feel angry, it opened the floodgates for all the negative emotions I generally suppress to start seeping into my day. I know that in theory, I'm supposed to express my emotions but if I were to honestly express all the anger, sadness and frustration I actually feel I would never be able to function and no one would want to ever be anywhere near me.
So, my day started off with me being angry at my children, which then led me to be just generally angry at myself, my husband and the world at large for the rest of the day. By evening that had morphed into frustration and sadness about the sorry state of my life in general. By the time I went to bed, I was a mess of hopeless tears.
I think what it boils down to is that I am so incredibly tired of being in transition. I have been going through some major changes over the last year or two, which have brought about all sorts of changes in all aspects of my life. It's necessary but it's exhausting. And it's far from over.
The day started off with me trying to tidy up and getting aggravated with my children for leaving their belongings sprawled all over the house. It didn't improve after that. There were no further events that made anything worse but because I had allowed myself to feel angry, it opened the floodgates for all the negative emotions I generally suppress to start seeping into my day. I know that in theory, I'm supposed to express my emotions but if I were to honestly express all the anger, sadness and frustration I actually feel I would never be able to function and no one would want to ever be anywhere near me.
So, my day started off with me being angry at my children, which then led me to be just generally angry at myself, my husband and the world at large for the rest of the day. By evening that had morphed into frustration and sadness about the sorry state of my life in general. By the time I went to bed, I was a mess of hopeless tears.
I think what it boils down to is that I am so incredibly tired of being in transition. I have been going through some major changes over the last year or two, which have brought about all sorts of changes in all aspects of my life. It's necessary but it's exhausting. And it's far from over.
Friday 9 March 2012
Tattoos
I have two tattoos.
Until yesterday, I never really gave either of them much thought. They are part of me and although I love them
both, I often forget that they are there.
At the massage school I attended (and where I now volunteer
in class) there are a lot of tattoos.
Almost all the students have at least one, but most have more. As students at massage school, they also get
partially naked on a regular basis so most tattoos get revealed at some point
in the course of the year. Even as an
apprentice, I participate in the class and am not exempt from the showing of my
tattoos. This often leads to
tattoo-themed compliments, remarks, comparisons and stories. And it’s got me thinking…
One of my tattoos is on the back of my neck. It’s a dragonfly. In my everyday life, I usually wear my long
hair down and the tattoo remains hidden. However, when I am working or when I am receiving
a massage, I wear my hair in a ponytail, exposing the tattoo for all to
see. It’s smallish and, one could argue,
almost demure but too realistic to be cute.
It’s nice and I’m not afraid to let it show.
The other tattoo is a dragon. It’s on my lower abdomen to the right of my
bellybutton and is the size of my whole hand.
Under normal circumstances it is hidden away beneath my clothes. Only in rare circumstances, when I might brave a bikini, does it ever see the light of day. It’s bold and fierce and only gets shown to
people with whom I feel very comfortable and whom I trust.
Does anyone else notice anything?
What I noticed is that I have managed to put all of my
self-esteem and personal issues into the design and placement of my tattoos –
without even realizing it.
The dragonfly is the light and happy persona that I share
with the world at large. It’s the safe
side of me that is pretty and unimposing and, for the most part, will be
accepted by the general public. And it's on the back of my neck where I can't see it.
The dragon is the other side. The real me.
The person I wish I had the strength and courage to be more often. It's right there on my tummy where I get to see it every day. It is bold and fierce and even though some
people might be taken aback by it, it’s absolutely awesome.
I wonder if the real me will ever come out of hiding?
Friday 2 March 2012
Good News
It's about time!!! I am so happy and so unfamiliar with this feeling that I hardly know what to do with it!
The reason for my happiness is that I got a job! Yes, really! (And, no, not for the people who forgot about me.) I got a phone call on Wednesday (the day I decided *not* to go back for the 2nd interview at the other place) from a woman who had found my resume through my former school's placement services. I went in this morning for an interview (verbal & practical) and was offered a job on the spot!
The interesting thing I've noticed is that when employers call you for an interview, it completely removes all the stress and the anticipation of the interview process. When you apply somewhere for a job, you look forward to the phone call and you stress about the interview because, obviously, you really want the job. When they call you, there's none of that because you weren't necessarily interested in working for them in the first place. It's so much easier!
And, indeed, this is not a place I ever would have applied to work at, but I think it's going to turn out very well. It's a chain, but with more of a holistic twist so I'll still be able to do reiki along with massage (and possibly craniosacral after I take the class in April). They were also totally willing to accommodate my availability, which is fantastic. And if it all goes well, who knows, maybe some day I can open my own franchise someday...
Also, the location is exactly where I wanted to be and only a mile up the street from the office where I'm trying to establish my own practice. Perfect!
I always say that everything happens the way it's supposed to happen and this is a great example: turning down that other job left the door open for this opportunity. And working part-time here will allow me to afford the rent (should a room open up there full-time) and leave me time to work at my own practice. I think I have finally turned the corner on the job front and expect much goodness to come of it.
Yay!
The reason for my happiness is that I got a job! Yes, really! (And, no, not for the people who forgot about me.) I got a phone call on Wednesday (the day I decided *not* to go back for the 2nd interview at the other place) from a woman who had found my resume through my former school's placement services. I went in this morning for an interview (verbal & practical) and was offered a job on the spot!
The interesting thing I've noticed is that when employers call you for an interview, it completely removes all the stress and the anticipation of the interview process. When you apply somewhere for a job, you look forward to the phone call and you stress about the interview because, obviously, you really want the job. When they call you, there's none of that because you weren't necessarily interested in working for them in the first place. It's so much easier!
And, indeed, this is not a place I ever would have applied to work at, but I think it's going to turn out very well. It's a chain, but with more of a holistic twist so I'll still be able to do reiki along with massage (and possibly craniosacral after I take the class in April). They were also totally willing to accommodate my availability, which is fantastic. And if it all goes well, who knows, maybe some day I can open my own franchise someday...
Also, the location is exactly where I wanted to be and only a mile up the street from the office where I'm trying to establish my own practice. Perfect!
I always say that everything happens the way it's supposed to happen and this is a great example: turning down that other job left the door open for this opportunity. And working part-time here will allow me to afford the rent (should a room open up there full-time) and leave me time to work at my own practice. I think I have finally turned the corner on the job front and expect much goodness to come of it.
Yay!
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