I love being a massage therapist. I get to meet and to know so many people from all walks of life. It’s like extreme people watching.
I have a decent, regular clientele. Most are amazingly, delightful people who have come to realize the benefits of regular massage. They resonate with the work I do. Even if the other therapist I work with are good. My clients only want me, to the dismay of my boss. I have favorite therapists and don’t care for others despite their skills. Why? Because I have preferences. I don’t like being forced into a passive stretch. I stretch myself. I don’t like being told what I need. I know my body better than anyone. Most of my clients love deep work. I personally like a gentle, nurturing massage. Pain makes me clench. I’m a weeny, just ask my ex tattoo artist.
I’ve also had clients who I referred to another therapist who I thought might better serve their needs. I’m not a greedy, needy person. I want people to be well and cared for. I can’t take care of everyone I meet.
Several of my clients are on the odd side of the spectrum. Beautiful, artistic, well read, unapologetic, scarred, missing limbs, high maintenance, auto immune suffering and a pinch of mentally unstable. I love a challenge.
I’ve had first time clients open up about their lives in an interview where we both ended up weeping. You think you have problems? Makes me grateful for my simple life. Not sleeping well is a big problem. Especially when you’re suffering chronic pain and high stress. I am a non medical sleep aid.
I had an amazing teacher in school who told me I would attract the types of people who needed my work. Well, she was right. Like attracts like. I’m still curious as to why I always seem to have a cluster of people with the same issues. One week it’s shoulders and the next it’s hips and/or low back. Some are so stressed out that all they want is to rest and relax.
I have some clients who tell me that I’m their mini vacation. I’m good with that.