What box?

I have never felt like I’ve fitted into any one category.. not properly. I’ve always had too many interests, I’m exciteable- like a labador pup. I like to keep things interesting and exciting for myself, and why not. Who says you need to define things properly anyway? I’ve always struggled with my lack of ability to choose one thing. Am I a dancer? Am I a massage therapist? Am I allowed to make art in a gallery and put a rug down to make it feel softer and like I am invited? Yes to all of those things. Bloody hell it has taken me a while to realise that everything I have been doing and want to do weaves around each other in this delicious and collaborative way and it all informs each other and feeds in to itself.

The more I understand it, the more I understand that I don’t like labels, ha! It’s a real thing, I avoid being pinned down. Don’t tell me who I am because I may be something different tomorrow. Jesus it’s such a relief to celebrate that in myself nowadays, I spent so much time bashing myself to try and fit into one category more or just calling myself lazy because I couldn’t commit to ONE avenue. Life has been busy and colourful and i’d like to keep it that way thank you very much!

Nowadays I’m enjoying the spotlight being on massage work, I am undertaking trainings to learn more this year after being totally inspired by Thai yoga massage last year when I did the first training with Erica Bhavni. I have been doing massage work for 8 years now already and I still feel like a student. Every day is different, every body is different, tensions are different but also entirely the same too. We are unique and very similar all at once. I think the reason why I am drawn to this work so much at the minute is because it allows space for me to slow down, to listen, to be present with someone fully and I have felt like i’ve not been that way a lot in my life. It feels like a gift to myself, and in turn, a gift to others. So much of life is becoming so fast and high tech, and there’s something so basic and beautiful about squeezing someones scapula between your fingers and knowing that it’s helping.

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