I finally committed today to going solo and starting my own massage therapy practice. The only way I know how to describe how it feels is the first time I got to ride Space Mountain at Disney World when I was 12. I was terrified during that slow, long climb up through the mountain, super terrified when we reached the opening where you could see folks snaked through the line to ride before us. The terror increased when I saw all those meteors and planets project onto the black ceiling in that behemoth of a room. By the time we actually got to be next in line, I thought I'd puke. When we got in the ride I remember thinking "God wouldn't really end my short, sad life on a roller coaster, would he? Then the lights in the tunnel began to flash, and my heart raced so fast I thought it would pop right out of my mouth and end up in lost and found. Then.....................WHOOOOOOOOOOSH!
I was still scared, but I loved every minute of it. I almost peed my pants. I screamed with glee and terror. My heart stayed put, success! I rode it again, and I've ridden it many times since.
While I realize that starting a business isn't quite as controlled an environment as The Magic Kingdom, I do know that The Big Guy (not Walt, the bigger one) is in charge. I'm going to work hard, do good work, and leave the rest for Him/Her to figure out.
This is a risk I've really struggled with, but I've kept coming back to what pushed me to go to school in the first place. I want to be able to surround myself with people who are good, positive, loving, accepting and kind. If you work for someone else, you don't always get that lucky. Sometimes you have to eat a lot of shit to work out in "the world", and while I know that menu item won't be totally off my menu, I'll be able to refuse after the first bite. I might be lucky enough to smell it coming in the door and just go on a little feces fast until the coast is clear.
Wouldn't that be nice? I prefer to snack on this instead.
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