It's me again. I figured you might wonder what in the heck happened over here. No, I'm not dead.
I'm a MASSAGE THERAPIST! Almost all licensed and everything. So far, I'm 'certificated' (I got my certificate from finishing my program) AND 'certified' (meaning that I passed the National Exam, and so, have been certified). I am not yet licensed because ... I'm lazy? I need to get fingerprinted/background checked, and then I need to submit paperwork. Gah. I hates paperwork.
Would you like to hear what it's like to become a massage person? From the inside perspective? And what it's like for a family to deal with the mom/wife being a music teacher, but adding full-time school? And trying to figure out what to do NOW?
I think I might tell that story. It's kind of interesting, in a very "lavender-scented lotion and Enya-background-music" kind of way. By the way, I suspect there is such a thing as Enya poisoning. My little safety tip to you.