I knew I wanted to become a massage therapist when I was at least 10 years old.
I have to give most of the blame on one of five older sisters, who would make me give her massages when she got home from school or work, otherwise I felt like she would have beat me up! I also was the one that was asked to walk on my dads’ back to make it feel better, or try to crack it.
Fast forward a couple more years when I was dating my first boyfriend in eighth grade. We dated for about four years, and he was totally against my passion in becoming a massage therapist. Why, you might ask? Well, because he was worried about me being in a room alone with another person, you know, the whole jealousy and mistrust in young relationships. So, my point with this story is because, even early in my life I was told that massage therapy was a bad decision for a profession. Thank goodness I’m as stubborn as a donkey!
My dads reaction when I told him that I was going to school for massage therapy was, “Why don’t you go to school for physical therapy?”. He was mainly worried about my own safety. He only knew massage therapists as the “naughty, happy-ending, unprofessional” massage therapists, otherwise known as masseuses or masseurs. I of course told him that’s not what I will be doing, and gave him the run down on professional massage therapy.
When I started high school, I had a class Freshman year, where we looked into our future professions. We had to research all about the professions we wanted to pursue when we graduated. I, of course, chose to research massage therapy. With this assignment, we had to research cost of schooling, average wage, everything about the profession. With my research, I found that schooling for a massage therapy diploma was only six months at the time! That looked great to me a student fresh into high school. I had for sure made up my mind at that point.
I finally graduated high school and went to a financial meeting and tour of the school that I had gotten accepted into for massage therapy. The school was the Omaha School of Massage and Healthcare in Omaha, Nebraska. The requirements for Nebraska Massage Therapy licensing changed to one thousand clock hours. So instead of school being six months, it changed to a full year of school plus at least 800 hours on the clinic floor doing massage for the school. This wasn’t a big deal for me other than the cost of the schooling. Seventeen thousand dollars was a lot of money for a recent high school graduate.
After my financial meeting with the Omaha School of Massage and Healthcare, I decided that I was going to take a year off from school to work full time and save some money before I made the big move and paid for school. For about a year, I worked at Tyson Foods in Madison, Nebraska. I was able to save enough money to feel comfortable moving to Omaha, Nebraska where all prices that I was used to in a small town were going to increase tremendously. The move was a huge step for me to make, with all my family over two hours away, and no friends in the area, it was tough. I made it through just fine, while also making some really great friends along the way.
Now, I’m almost four years post graduating from the Omaha School of Massage and Healthcare, which just recently closed and re-opened at a new location. I love what I do, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world! I’ve been blessed to be able to have the knowledge and skills to help people be their best person. I’ve had amazing success in helping people manage their pain as well. This journey of mine has just begun and I’m extremely happy with where it has led me so far. I have opened my own mobile massage business (what a trip that was!). I’ve been running and working Omaha Mobile Massage since October 2017, and couldn’t be happier with it. I currently still work for a different massage company just as a back up until Omaha Mobile Massage is busy enough for me to justify leaving the other place and working my company full time!
I hope you all enjoyed my story. I hope to help anyone who may think that massage therapy is a profession they’d like to dabble in or pursue themselves.