I’ve decided to ease my way back into my work, but I’m starting to see a few clients while I work out logistics (mostly meaning laundry, and how to avoid having to haul sheets on the CTA). I saw my first client in the new place on Saturday.
It’s always a challenge for me to work in a new space, I have to do a massage or two to really get a feel for the dimension of it. To find how to flow, where my feet can go, that kind of thing. Add to that the fact that I have been on hiatus for 8 months, and I feel okay admitting that I felt just a twinge of anxiety- mixed with a lot of excitement, of course.
Once the client was on the table, and my hands were learning her body again, things clicked back into place for me. It really felt like I had come back to the place that I belong. I had found that piece of myself that has been missing for 8 months. It was an incredible feeling, one I lack the talent to convey with words. This whole weekend has felt like one of the best of my life. Because I am back. I have come home.