Am I still a massage practitioner?

Here's one of those elusive questions that can have a multitude for answers. In the mid eighties, I was in my early twenties and decided to break out of the small coastal life I grew up in and move to the city, Portland, Or. Years later when I reflect on this decision, I have a panic attack.

Portland is rather a laid back place especially 20 years ago when the apartment I was renting was $200. a month and just off one of the trendiest streets in SE Portland, Hawthorne Ave. It was a good place and time to lay some roots down.... I often times I wish I had stuck it out there. I left in the late eighties. But while I was in Portland contemplating being a responsible and self aware person, I did attend massage school and continued on to get my license. It was a struggle working in the day going to school at night. I wasn't quite prepared for all that I had put on my plate and the dynamics that came with it.

Currently, I am working with a training at a local fitness center. The focus is on core rehabilitation. Last October, I had a hysterectomy. And through the process of regaining strength and mobility back into my lower abdominals, I've also been realigning my whole posture and addressing some chronic issues I was having concerning joint pain. It's amazing how an old injury such as a sprained ankle can harbor enough tension to throw everything else off balance. I've also have fallen in love with strengthening again and reconnecting with my breathe.

All in all, I feel as through taking those classes all those years ago was a step in the right direction, on the right path. I just wasn't used to being right and made the decision to take a left.