The Sunday Blues

Tomorrow the work week begins.    It will be Monday, bloody Monday.   I will drive my Jeep onto I-95, the beltway, where one is not safe unless fueled by caffeine or an upper of some sort, to navigate a sleepy mind thru the mad vehicular rush of the morning.  Once at my office building, the guards…

So what do you want to do with your life?

*echo*your life, your life, your life??? *echo* Ah, the National Certification Exam.  For a potentially certified  massage therapist, it is the test of all tests.  No matter how good one is with their hands, it all comes down to the comprehension and memorization of detailed anatomy and physiology.   Suprise, surprise:  we don’t sit around and…