In 2010, while on vacation (of course), I had a massage, nearly cried on the table—and couldn’t understand why. But afterward, when I got off the table, I felt amazing. I told my husband, who was getting his massage right after me, that I wanted to help other people feel this way. Six weeks later, I found myself in massage school.
Although I knew I wanted to get into massage as a teenager, I did not pursue a career in massage until I was 32 years old and in possession of a Masters of Education. Touch has always been a natural outpouring of myself, and after seeing a documentary in middle school, I realized that this career path fit who I naturally am.
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