Finding My Bliss

Every Tuesday I have a 4hr class on Deep Tissue/Structural Integration. The subject is fascinating and I love slowly deepening my understanding of the human body and how everything is interdependent and connected . . . but that topic is for another time. The man that teaches this class is amazing. He has a deep, abiding passion for both bodywork and teaching and it comes across in his every gesture and word.

He inspires me to look at things from a different angle and to explore my own motivations and preconceived notions and while he has said lots of inspiring things one in particular sticks out to me.

"Find your bliss"

I believe we've all been given gifts and talents in different and unique areas. I've always been one of those people who drifted and played at many things, but never one thing in particular. I love kids, but lack the patience to be a teacher. I can write, but I'm not especially motivated. I can take a pretty picture, but nothing all that spectacular. Crafting is good fun, but I refuse to follow silly things like patterns so everything is slightly 'off'. I love people so the non-profit angle seemed to fit and that was good and right for awhile, but my heart moved on.

I prayed and prayed. I hated that feeling of restlessness and wondering 'is this really it??' I felt a little cheated to be honest. But of course, He always knows best and I never fail to forget that and so I found Massage or God gave me Massage and I've finally found my bliss.

It's like slipping into your favorite pair of jeans that are worn from so many washings and wearings that there are holes in both knees and in the butt, but it doesn't matter because it's like coming home and this whole time I've been homesick for something I didn't even know I was missing.

So now I'm in a place of awe and thankfulness towards God. His sense of timing while puzzling and often downright frustrating is impeccable nonetheless.

TBC . . .