Removing obstacles & recovering your joy
I’ve been going to this great massage therapist for a year and a half or so. I found her because she rented space in my chiropractor’s office and I won a free massage in some drawing they were having.
Over the course of the last several months, she and I have both become disenchanted with the chiropractor; I stopped going in for adjustments (although I kept going in for massages… awkward), and she decided to find a different massage space.
Last week, I went in for my first massage in her new location. It’s a magical little spot: a super cute 1920s house with all the odd nooks and crannies of the original architecture, now a business housing several healers of different disciplines: acupuncturists, massage therapists, even tarot card readers.
Her new room is upstairs, drenched in natural light that’s softened by the rich wood trim and creamy plaster.
“Beautiful. It’s just perfect,” I say, looking around in circles. “Oh hey! There’s Ganesh!”
“Is that his name?” says Susan. “I was going to ask if you knew about him. He was here when I moved in.”
“Yeah, actually I just read the coolest thing about him the other day. He’s known as the remover of obstacles, but he’s also the god of new beginnings. Doesn’t that make so much sense? And perfect for you right now,” I add, thinking of how much mental effort it took for her to sever her 8-year relationship with the chiropractors and risk losing her client base by doing so.
“Remover of obstacles. And new beginnings! I love it,” she says.
“Me too. I keep meaning to do a blog post about him.”
During my massage, she asks about my blog. “Do you have a lot of followers?”
“Oh god no,” I say. “I find the things you have to do to get lots of blog followers kind of turn me off. Although I will say the followers I do have are pretty loyal.”
“So if you don’t want followers, why do you keep a blog?”
I think for a minute. “I guess to remember that I love writing,” I say.
After my massage, she walks me out.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but that was the best massage I’ve had in a really long time,” I say after thanking her.
She laughs. “Yeah, you’re not the only client to tell me that. I haven’t even been here that long, and already my massages are completely different. I remember why I became a massage therapist in the first place– because I love this. I’m a healer, you know? And now that I’m out of the chiropractor’s, I can really do what I feel like I”m called to do. What was that guy’s name again? The elephant guy?”
“Ganesh,” I say.
“Ganesh,” she repeats. “He removes obstacles. And helps with new beginnings. Yeah, this space was meant to be.”
At the tail end of a month that included (among other things) my primary writer giving her notice and then promptly flaking out on half her deadlines, it’s more important than ever for me to make space for the things I love and remember why I love them. Even if I dread writing for work, at least here I can remember how much fitting words together like puzzle pieces– just so– makes my soul sing.
Writing these posts are part of building a foundation. Part of paying myself first.
Rediscovering the joy in what you love means the obstacles have to go first. By elbowing them out of the way, you discover a new beginning.
How are you recovering your joy in life?
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