When I think about it, as kids, my sisters and I used to sit in the bath and rub each other's backs. We would spend so long doing it, that my Mom used to have to check that we were OK! But I never thought of growing up to be a massage therapist.
Many years past and while browsing in a bookshop, I picked up a picture book on massage. I bought it and enjoyed looking at the pictures. I wanted to "have a go" but static pictures don't show the sequence of a stroke or how to put strokes together. There is also the question of what it should feel like.
Looking through the book, I noticed that there was mention of a massage school and a number to call for enquiries. I made the call and had a shock that it was actually answered (somehow I thought that by the time a book was published, the contact information would be wrong!) They were actually running a "taster day" in London. So I went along. It was a lovely summer’s day and the group was really friendly. Everyone enjoyed themselves. I remember have a long coffee break in Starbucks with some of the group. In conversation, someone mentioned that you could actually do courses in massage! I was intrigued and thought it would be fun to do. (I was just thinking of learning the routines. I didn’t realise that there would be studies of anatomy and physiology involved!)
Another phone call and then I had to make a decision. There were spaces in a course just starting or one starting later in the year. I took the plunge and siI’m glad I did!