Greg Macquarie
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I had such an experience just getting to massage school. It took a lot of determination. I'd like to post it, and I'd like to hear from others. I hope our stories help some potential students going through their own processes, and help us get to know each other better.
I've had the experience of everything falling in to place perfectly... and I have had the experience of NOT doing what I was supposed to be doing and it not going easily, and realizing what was going on and changing track.
But then I also have the experience of things not going so easily and being required to remain really clear and almost "make it happen" if I want it. I really had to work hard to get to massage school. Oh but before that hard work, one of those "not what you're supposed to be doing" processes was trying to attend the first school I applied to...
I was so naive about bodywork that I thought the Aveda Institute was just the pinnacle of everything I was a web developer, and my first client when I started freelancing was a local Aveda concept salon. Four years later I had learned that I didn't want to do web work, but hadn't learned much about what I did want.
So I spent months and so much effort trying to go to the Aveda Institute. I applied and was accepted. My ex and I drove out to Minneapolis from upstate New York three times or so. I found a room for rent from a guy who had attended the Aveda Institute. None of this went very easily, but it seemed to be working out "perfectly", except for the financial end.
I could not work out financial aid with them. The folks in that department were completely uncooperative. I was sure they just hated me personally and wanted to ruin my life. And in the end, even if I could have gotten them to agree to give me financial aid, their program didn't cover enough of the costs for me to be able to attend anyway.
So while all of this was NOT working, I went home California to visit my folks. At one point I found myself alone, and went to the bookstore just to browse. I ended up flipping through a copy of Massage for Dummies... the table of contents listed an appendix -- Top 10 Massage Schools. I still thought I was going to Aveda, somehow, and flipped eagerly to the back to see where they placed it.
It wasn't even on the list.
Instead, there were a bunch of places I had never heard of, some with weird names like "Kripalu" and "Esalen", others more plain.
Well, this would not do. These I had to know about. I wrote them all down and went home to google for them all. I ruled most out geographically. Kripalu, Esalen, and Heartwood Institute looked like the most likely as far as getting to visit and actually attend. The latter two were in California, and the first wasn't too far from where I was living in New York.
I kept coming back to The Heartwood Institute. Something about their website. And then talking with Lisa, one of their attendance counselors on the phone. We developed an odd relationship as the process of applying and attending Heartwood unfurled.
This was not an easy process. Nothing "just fell into place perfectly". First I had to figure out if I thought Heartwood was right for me... and Lisa was clear that while she would answer my questions and help how she could, she didn't want to "sell me" on it. I was going to need to be responsible for my own choice, which I made and followed through on without ever visiting the place.
Then I had to convince Heartwood that I was right for them. Whereas Aveda, a commuter school, will take anyone who can pay them, first come first serve, and if there's no room in the next program, in four months there will be another... Heartwood only turns over their small groups of students who must live together ever 9 to 12 months, depending on the program.
While all of this was happening, my grandma was diagnosed with breast cancer. In fact, everything really started on the same day: in the morning I took my Heartwood application to the post office, and in the afternoon she got the call from her doctor.
Simultaneously I had to arrange funding. Their financial aid could cover everything I needed, but making it happen was a little insane. I had to deal with Sallie Mae for the student loans (horror story for another thread). Just an example: they put my grandma's rental income down as her mortgage payment on our first go-round. They rejected her as my co-signer and I had to ask another family member to help. And I don't even know for sure if I'm going to go, because I don't know what's going to happen with her health.
Between submitting the application and attending school, my grandma had a mastectomy, and began to recover very well. It was stressful, but in the end everything was looking good.
My first week "on the mountain", probably the second or third night, I find Lisa up in the library alone and we talk. "Well, I'm here," I said. I made it. She told me about how she wasn't sure right up until the end if I was going to make it. I admitted that neither was I. "But you were like, 'No, I belong here.' and you kept coming from that place."
And I did belong there. My Heartwood experience has had such a dramatic impact on my life. I was so grateful that I sent the financial aid ladies at Aveda a thank you note + graduation announcement. ;-)
Looking back, I see that I did act with much more purpose and faith than I'm used to. After I had given up on Aveda and put it behind me, I moved back to California not knowing what was going to happen. Well, more accurately, since we never KNOW what's going to happen, without having to have a story about how things were "supposed" to work out. Grandma's breast cancer helped me stay firmly unattached to attending Heartwood throughout much of the process. I just didn't know what was going to happen, and yet I kept taking positive action.
So, that's how I got to massage school. Long, drawn out, uncertain. And absolutely perfect.
I've had the experience of everything falling in to place perfectly... and I have had the experience of NOT doing what I was supposed to be doing and it not going easily, and realizing what was going on and changing track.
But then I also have the experience of things not going so easily and being required to remain really clear and almost "make it happen" if I want it. I really had to work hard to get to massage school. Oh but before that hard work, one of those "not what you're supposed to be doing" processes was trying to attend the first school I applied to...
I was so naive about bodywork that I thought the Aveda Institute was just the pinnacle of everything I was a web developer, and my first client when I started freelancing was a local Aveda concept salon. Four years later I had learned that I didn't want to do web work, but hadn't learned much about what I did want.
So I spent months and so much effort trying to go to the Aveda Institute. I applied and was accepted. My ex and I drove out to Minneapolis from upstate New York three times or so. I found a room for rent from a guy who had attended the Aveda Institute. None of this went very easily, but it seemed to be working out "perfectly", except for the financial end.
I could not work out financial aid with them. The folks in that department were completely uncooperative. I was sure they just hated me personally and wanted to ruin my life. And in the end, even if I could have gotten them to agree to give me financial aid, their program didn't cover enough of the costs for me to be able to attend anyway.
So while all of this was NOT working, I went home California to visit my folks. At one point I found myself alone, and went to the bookstore just to browse. I ended up flipping through a copy of Massage for Dummies... the table of contents listed an appendix -- Top 10 Massage Schools. I still thought I was going to Aveda, somehow, and flipped eagerly to the back to see where they placed it.
It wasn't even on the list.
Instead, there were a bunch of places I had never heard of, some with weird names like "Kripalu" and "Esalen", others more plain.
Well, this would not do. These I had to know about. I wrote them all down and went home to google for them all. I ruled most out geographically. Kripalu, Esalen, and Heartwood Institute looked like the most likely as far as getting to visit and actually attend. The latter two were in California, and the first wasn't too far from where I was living in New York.
I kept coming back to The Heartwood Institute. Something about their website. And then talking with Lisa, one of their attendance counselors on the phone. We developed an odd relationship as the process of applying and attending Heartwood unfurled.
This was not an easy process. Nothing "just fell into place perfectly". First I had to figure out if I thought Heartwood was right for me... and Lisa was clear that while she would answer my questions and help how she could, she didn't want to "sell me" on it. I was going to need to be responsible for my own choice, which I made and followed through on without ever visiting the place.
Then I had to convince Heartwood that I was right for them. Whereas Aveda, a commuter school, will take anyone who can pay them, first come first serve, and if there's no room in the next program, in four months there will be another... Heartwood only turns over their small groups of students who must live together ever 9 to 12 months, depending on the program.
While all of this was happening, my grandma was diagnosed with breast cancer. In fact, everything really started on the same day: in the morning I took my Heartwood application to the post office, and in the afternoon she got the call from her doctor.
Simultaneously I had to arrange funding. Their financial aid could cover everything I needed, but making it happen was a little insane. I had to deal with Sallie Mae for the student loans (horror story for another thread). Just an example: they put my grandma's rental income down as her mortgage payment on our first go-round. They rejected her as my co-signer and I had to ask another family member to help. And I don't even know for sure if I'm going to go, because I don't know what's going to happen with her health.
Between submitting the application and attending school, my grandma had a mastectomy, and began to recover very well. It was stressful, but in the end everything was looking good.
My first week "on the mountain", probably the second or third night, I find Lisa up in the library alone and we talk. "Well, I'm here," I said. I made it. She told me about how she wasn't sure right up until the end if I was going to make it. I admitted that neither was I. "But you were like, 'No, I belong here.' and you kept coming from that place."
And I did belong there. My Heartwood experience has had such a dramatic impact on my life. I was so grateful that I sent the financial aid ladies at Aveda a thank you note + graduation announcement. ;-)
Looking back, I see that I did act with much more purpose and faith than I'm used to. After I had given up on Aveda and put it behind me, I moved back to California not knowing what was going to happen. Well, more accurately, since we never KNOW what's going to happen, without having to have a story about how things were "supposed" to work out. Grandma's breast cancer helped me stay firmly unattached to attending Heartwood throughout much of the process. I just didn't know what was going to happen, and yet I kept taking positive action.
So, that's how I got to massage school. Long, drawn out, uncertain. And absolutely perfect.