20+ years as a Massage Therapist, and yup I've seen it all!

I can still vividly remember the day I decided that I wanted to be a Massage Therapist. As I sat down at the end of my serving shift to count my tips from another epic night of glorified servitude, I couldn't decide what hurt more, my feet from running endless plates of over priced Greek food or my pride of having just serving my high school guidance counselor. By the time her and her husband were putting the finishing touches on their NY Cherry Cheese cake she had figured it out. The look on her face said it all, but it was the parting line that iced it that night when she said, "I thought you would have done more by now".


As I sat there counting my nightly haul of service glory, I also thought I should have done more as well. It had been 6 years since I last attempted academia, which consisted of 2 years of University classes and a solid 2.5 GPA before calling it quits. I had just started exploring the possibility of going back to school, and Massage College was top of my list. That night, that line was the kick in the ass I needed to get back on track. Serving was fun, the instant gratification of dollar bills in hand, the late nights of parties and easy living was coming to an end. I needed to focus on a career. I wanted more, I wanted to do something that mattered. I also new that what ever path I was going to take I was going to be my own boss. Owing my own business was always part of the master plan.

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