This year, in this 2020 year, such comments can be made about vision and knowing. Well for me, this 2020 year sees me celebrating my 25 years in practice.
All have brought me here. But for now.
Let's welcome in 1995 and my first tentative steps. 1995 - Henley on Thames - ITEC Anatomy, Physiology and Body Massage The first thing that has struck me is that 25 years ago when I started my studies, I was 25 years old. I remember the birthday card Dad sent me because it struck me of what a milestone a ‘quarter-century” was. That was the May before the September I started the course. Working full time in Educational Administration I loved learning and each term attended an evening class. Usually Ceramics or something creative but this time I took a 6-week Aromatherapy course. Granddad had been an amateur herbalist after retirement so I was used to using essential oils and herbs for traditional remedies to everyday maladies. And that small course led me to a higher qualification course, not really anticipating anything other than enjoying the learning and attending the course once a week for a year. One hour theory and two hours of practical, learning the science and the art of massage, I was in heaven. At school I had received A+ grades, not surprisingly for my artwork, I remember in particular the detailed drawing of the circulatory system and the ventricles of the heart. Annoyingly for my writing though, it was always B and below. So when I was told I was inline for a Distinction I was thrilled, only thing was, and I chuckle now, I didn’t gain it. I just couldn’t bring myself to wear the ‘regulation outfit’. All year the squeaky shiny uniforms, the scraped back hair even the authorised earrings just didn’t feel right to me, even then I felt a sense of ‘swimming in another direction’, for a different purpose. Studying alongside soon to be Beauticians I realised I wanted a deeper knowledge of how Massage sat within a medical module for good health not just for looking good.
6.37 to be precise. The first little peep I heard this morning as I awoke from an anxiety dream, not naked at the airport without a passport, that’s the usual one.
First time was when I was 24, heading to St Petersburg with the Henley Management College, administrator for a business study trip. Totally over packed for that occasion. Does anyone else anxiety pack? You know those, just in case last minute “cram it in the case” “I’m so going to regret this when it gets a HEAVY sticker put on it”. Now, with rucksack and wheelie case I’m proud of my considered packing.
Not so proud of being awake since 5.00am having a series of last minute “what have I forgotten” panics. Good job I followed them mind you. Main one being a pin for my currency card which I couldn’t have done over email. After the string of small incidental panics such as I’m rest assured my cars MOT isn’t due till January, I mean really? Only away a month, why did that pop in my head. However, if I hadn’t followed my instinct and gone through all the final checks, I’d have left without a pin and penniless on my travels. So, finally I am all set.
And at 06.53, getting light outside now, I hear a blackbird and the start of a new day. India here I come.
I had the pleasure of meeting some amazing people on this trip.
Business leaders in their fields.
Just on the way home there was an Australian man from Dubai, founder and designer of a snow park, a trainer from America for a water filtration company saving lives and an Indian working as a rheumatologist from Manchester.
And me. What is my title?
I have had many in my career and hope to have many more.
And they will all have heart at their centre.
The more people I meet I realise how important having heart is more important than any headline.
As Jayn Sterland says, let’s bring more heart into business.