It's a mad, mad world out there. Stay as long as you like.
(Welcome to my fragmented mind.)
Day 64 - 65
Retrieving a piece of me and receiving a piece of…paper that recognizes a year and a half of hard work. Work that I actually was happy at and really good at too (Plus I got to earn a little extra on the side and it’s a work out, baby).
My lolo’s/grandfathers were tribal healers…I guess. That’s a vague description. Dad learnt a form of massage from his father, then his father-in-law, then I kinda picked it up from a young age. Growing up, it was always integrated as a form of therapy. So even when we migrated from Phil. to NZ and I started studying all the cool sciency things and getting attracted to the cold, clean cut dissections and blood and guts and gore and pills and drugs and all that - a part of me still thought health can’t be boxed. Hugs still make me feel better when the drugs can’t mask the pain. Besides, my liver doesn’t have to deal with whatever the pharmaceutical companies put in those pills. So yeah. I don’t know what you think of massage but you gotta give it a try. It’s awesome. Find trained massage therapists though - the people who trained us are pro’s. They are the best.