Well now. I’ve been working steadily on a few bits and pieces and am beginning to see a little progress. It’s… surprising, daunting, exciting. One of my Hula sisters is a massage therapist, and she just got a nifty new table. I bought her old one for a fantastic price and it will serve nicely for my healing work. I’ve lined up an info gathering trip to a local massage school in a couple of weeks- we’ll see how that turns out. Things are a bit up in the air with Bear’s job at the mo, and I’m not sure taking on a largish debt is something we (I) should be doing right now. Have to see what’s down the line. Classes don’t start til Fall though, so I’ve a bit of time before I have to make a decision.* I’ll be calling about space for my healing work today (since I have a table to put folks on now).
All this just scares the shit out of me.
I know it’s an irrational thing, this fear. I know the worst/best that could happen is I have to try again. It’s been a while since I’ve put myself out there like this, though. I’m out of practice. I know this is doable, because I’ve seen that others have done it. What’s that bit from Dune?
‘I must not fear
Fear is the mind-killer
Fear is the little death that brings oblivion.
I will allow the fear to pass over me and through me
and when it is gone,
Only I will remain.’
Or something like that…. Have a groovy day, y’all. May all your fears be groundless.
*I have one of those panic-adrenaline rushes right now, just writing about it. OMG.