It has been a long time since I have written something other than an assignment. In fact, I think it was 3 months into my massage therapy course the last time I posted on here and it kind of seems fitting that now I only have 3 months left, I have come full circle. As you can probably tell from the lack of blog and post updates over the last 17 months the course has been intense and all consuming.
It has certainly been a roller coaster ride of emotions with a lot of ups and downs – from passing exams, going to wonderful outreaches and awesome events, to having a major break down in an oral practical final where I literally cried though the whole thing. But what I have learnt about myself is that I am stronger and more resilient than I imagined, I can put my mind to anything if I want it badly enough and in all honesty, I believe I have found my calling. I wish that I had been brave and strong enough to have made this move years ago but in honesty I don’t think I would have been ready or mature enough to handle it.
I have been a massage therapist student now for 3 months and it has been intense to say the least, but it is also been one of the best experiences of my life. Yes, it is hard work and essentially you get what you put into it, but I am fortunate to have excellent teachers who actually work in the field as RMT’s, so are able to offer practical experience, as well as teaching us the fundamentals that we have to cover as part of the course.
The real surprise for me is how amazing my classmates are – right from they beginning everyone has been super supportive. We all share the same mentality of “we all started this together so we will finish it together” which I think is awesome. We have become very much of a family in a short space of time, helping each other out during the tough times of exams or failed quizzes, staying behind to help each other get through sections we aren’t entirely sure about and of course celebrating the successes we have had along the way.
The past few weeks I have been sorting out my photos from my epic trip last year hence the radio/blog silence. I had actually forgotten how long it takes to go through and edit all the pictures! It also made me really sad looking back on the wonderful memories and friends I have made, wishing I was back there experiencing those things for the first time, but even though it made me long for those times in truth it was also a good thing. I have been feeling stuck in a sort of limbo of late and it triggered something in me and made me realise that I need to start creating some more memories.
I have been trying to be positive over the last couple of weeks but have found it hard to keep my spirits up as the urge to travel again has been there and envelops me like a blanket. It is strange, as up until last year I had never really travelled by myself and although there was always a itch at the back of mind, as soon I scratched it it would go away, but now it is totally different no amount of scratching will make this go away. I long for an adventure, in the pit of my stomach there is a dull ache of want and need, a need for that little thing called travel.
People travel for many reasons – to escape something, to see the world to discover themselves to name a few. The truth is I have started to realise I haven’t seen and done everything I want to in my life. I want for once to do something for me, discover who I am, put myself first as selfish as that seems, instead of doing what others want me to do.
I have been thinking about travelling solo for a while but never had the guts to do it until now.
Why now? Lots of things have changed recently in my life I have relocated, changed careers, had more time to think and the unfortunate death of a friend/colleague who I thought would honestly live forever made me realise, I am not immortal or invincible and I can’t wait for fate to deal me a decent hand, I’ve got to go and get it myself!