I am blessed with so many amazing clients. When I was in school. My favorite teacher told me that I would attract people who needed my kind of work. This was after I had a minor melt down over my sports massage training. The teacher for that class treated athletes as if they were above and beyond mere mortals. It really bothered me. Almost all the athletes I worked with were arrogant, one trick ponies who expected special treatment because they were so focused and dedicated to their sport. Well, that’s all good, but after an injury ruins their aspirations. They become bitter, teacher’s assistants. I was terrified I’d end up working on these people. My brother coaches baseball and pressured me to go into sports massage. “That’s where the money is.”
Granted, I can rock the sports massage, but it’s not my favorite technique.
I didn’t get into this field to become rich. I wanted to make a living by helping people who needed it. I have a lot of clients who resonate with the work I do. A mixture of Swedish, Shiatsu, Reiki and craniosacral. Most feel comfortable enough to invite me into their private lives and tell me how things are going. I travel vicariously through them, since I can’t seem to get anywhere myself. I know of births, divorces, illnesses, healing, anniversaries, and graduations. It’s like being part of a huge, extended family.
I meet a lot of older women I aspire to be like, when I grow up. Women who had married when they were young and had children, because that’s what you did. Only to realize, later that they were living a lie. Now, they’re happy with their partner of many years and their grown children are delighted that their parent is truly happy. I know women who have survived a double mastectomy, with grace and fierce determination. Artists who have weathered some soul crushing, life events and came through, unbroken. Always dressed to impress.. themselves. It’s never too late to follow your bliss.
Pre-natal massage is always a treat. I especially love working on first time moms. It’s so exciting to be part of a new life. I just wish I had taken my mid-wive’s advice and gotten pre-natal massage when I was pregnant. At least I have some empathy on the challenges of getting comfortable during the last trimester. The mothers always comment on how the baby reacts to massage. When mom is happy, baby is happy.
When I work on people I like to tell them that the length of the massage is all about them. Whatever they need that I can provide, is their’s. I had one, stressed out woman burst into tears when I told her that. Then, I started crying. Being an empath is rough, sometimes. Being cared for is part of the treatment. I like being listened to when I get bodywork. I like being treated like I’m the only thing on the therapist’s mind during the treatment. I can tell when their mind is somewhere else. I don’t like it. Be present, please.
I have a very sweet, kind, elder gentleman who sees me once a month. It started off as a gift from his massage therapist daughter who lives out of town. He’s in perfect health but loves his monthly maintenance massage. He’s always talking about his family and hot rods. You never know what he’s going to be driving, just that it’s going to be very cool. He’s always telling me how much he looks forward to his massage and how good he feels afterwards. It always makes me feel good to know my work is appreciated.
I am so full of gratitude for these clients. They teach me about resiliency, strength, kindness, hope and the importance of self-care.