Just Get GOING!
Well…. my first attempt at a blog post, albeit and unpublished one was in July. JULY. It is now October.
Why the delay? Why did I wait to write another post, or even just publish my blog, for the whole wide world to find? I have no idea. But I did have an AHA! moment yesterday at work.
I’ll explain my life in posts to come, so for now it will suffice to say that I pursue two careers. One as a registered massage therapist. The other as a theatre technician. This means that I work behind the scenes for theatre and film productions. There is no professional theatre in the city I live, so I must travel, so far always by long drives, to pursue my first love. I have been blessed to have very understanding massage clients. They are happy to book around the times that I am in and out of town, and like to hear what I have been working on.
Yesterday was the last day of a packed week. Usually I tap out at 15 clients in a week. It is just too much to try to push through many more than that. Yesterdays treatments numbered 15 through 19. I justified the added load by saying that these people needed me, that I wanted the money, and that only a few more wouldn’t be so bad. Well, I was tired, but I pushed through.
Client number 2 yesterday was a man I had never met, and may never treat again. (Let’s call him G.) He grew up in the area, but 30 years ago went on a holiday to Australia and decided to stay. He was simply home visiting family and wanted to stay on top of his body-care. We exchanged the usual assessment and goal for the treatment, and I left to let him get on the treatment table. When I re-entered, I stifled a small chuckle, since there G was, laying (thankfully still with his underpants on) naked on my table, with the sheet at the end of the table. I graciously tucked him in, surprised to learn that he had never been required to get under the sheet for a massage before.
There was almost no small talk, and soon the room fell silent, except for the whirring of my fan. Before that silence though, G extracted the information about me living my two parallel lives. I mentioned that my last production was a 15 hour drive from home. He was slightly shocked, and without thinking said: ’15 hours on a plane can get you to Australia’.
And it hit me. Hard. I travel so much to pursue the job. Work. Paid labor. This is supposed to fuel my travels. This is, after all, supposed to be a travel blog, and I’m trying to make that happen. So I determined yesterday to start checking things off my list. To start posting, even though I haven’t really figured out the technical side of blogging. I hope you are patient as I figure out this enormous learning curve…and then come back and interact.
So, if you’re like me, and I know there are a lot of us out there, write out that list, but now DO something. Have a naked man on your table remind you to get up and live…or whatever your equivalent to that looks like. Maybe having naked men on your tables isn’t a good idea. But let’s laugh together, and learn together, and soon, hopefully very soon, travel together.
Because life is good. And busy. And crazy. And lovely. And worth sharing.