Certified Masseuse

I gave 12 massages this weekend (Thurs/Fri/Sat) and I’m feeling good, except a little fatigue in my thumbs, forearms, and low back. Only 18 to go and I will officially be a certified masseuse. That’s a major cross-off on the things to do before I die list. I’ve recently added “Read the encylopedia (or every wikipedia entry)” to that list, inspired by an Oprah guest on Friday. Kind of a silly goal, partially considering that wikipedia entries are constantly being updated, but I’d like to see how far I can get from A to Z.

My foster dog ran away today. That may not be entirely true. All I know is that I came home with 40lbs of dog food tonight and my brother wanted to know if I had taken the dog with me today (to sit in the car while I massaged?). So we will see if she turns up in the next couple of days. If not, I’m sure she will find a little girl that needs a nice puppy dog and Esa will have a very happy life.

Life update: I’ve applied for an International Environmental Projects Manager position in San Ramon. I’m hoping the move will be enough of a change to satisfy my need for a shakeup. I love making people feel better through massage, but I’m afraid it’s not my all-consuming life’s work. Perhaps it’s best for me not to have an all-consuming life’s work…