My Doogie Howser Moment
Remember that show...?
I used to love watching him type out the life lesson he learned each week! He's the reason I saved up for a word processor in high school (did I just date myself - do kids even know what word processors are, anymore?).
Anyway, I had such a moment the other day. Minus the word processor... Here's the abridged version of the "show":
One day I was sitting in my advisor’s office at the University of Rhode Island, pondering what to do with the rest of my life. I knew I wanted a career that would utilize my love of anatomy, but I wasn’t sure what. Dr. Blanpied suggested I try my observational experience at PT clinic.
And so began my obsession with fixing your broken parts. Under the supervision of an excellent PT in Narragansett, RI, I began to lay down the groundwork to become the therapist I am today. I remember the day I decided I would attend MGH Institute of Health Professions.
There were a lot of turns in the road between those days at URI and my eventual schooling at the IHP. I found myself travelling around Europe, working as a personal trainer in England, and spent many years coaching my beloved gymnasts at Newport County YMCA. I learned a lot, grew up a little, and discovered that life doesn’t always follow the path you plan out - but that it’s okay to go with the flow, too.
Fast forward several years to the first day in my own clinic. It wasn’t how I expected it would be. In fact, it was almost uneventful. It was as any other first day would be - I stumbled over learning a new system, my computer crashed in the middle of the day, and consequently I have a pile of notes waiting to be completed. Already behind, and I’ve hardly even started!
Yet, frustrated as I was, later that day I stuck my hand in my pocket and found a $5 bill. It wasn’t much, and to be honest, it wasn’t even earned at work that day. But it reminded me that I had worked, and that was a great feeling. I’m back at it - helping other people feel their best. And what could be better than that?