I did NOT spend my childhood running around, playing sports, taking dance and gymnastics from the tender age of four.
I did NOT dream of being a pro-athlete.
I hated Phys. Ed., and it lowered my self-esteem ten-fold.
I couldn't even touch my toes, and forget the whole "shimmy up this rope" challenge.
I spent my childhood performing in self-directed productions, singing and dancing in the backyard, drawing, watching old musicals (Gene Kelly will always have a special place in my heart), playing the piano…and playing "library". These passions continued throughout high school--minus the "library". I took one jazz dance class in middle school, and I believe that I was the most awkward and self-conscious student in the class. I dreaded it.
In college, I discovered another passion: Psychology. As a child, I loved to listen and observe. Growing up in a very small town in upstate New York (as in, no stoplight on Main Street, which was about three blocks long), I looked to those around me for inspiration--family and friends who embodied the incredible gift of self. Psychology clicked with me from the beginning. It seemed so intuitive, yet so profound in its application to all facets of life. So, though Vassar prided itself on the arts, I surprised everyone, including myself, by not majoring in drama or art history. And, though I continued with the piano, took some salsa and swing dance lessons (and loved them), and continued some creative pursuits on my own, I missed the creativity that enveloped my younger years.
Expressive Arts Therapy
Though driven to pursue a Master's Degree, I wanted to make it meaningful. How could I bridge these two passions: psychology and creativity? They fit so well together...
As if by magic, I stumbled upon expressive arts therapy and went to graduate school in Boston. I spent four years working in Boston, Denver, and Boston again--in schools, hospitals and retirement communities--before needing a change.
As I pondered my next steps, two personal trainers at my gym asked, on separate occasions, if I had ever considered personal training as a profession.
At that point, I can honestly say that the thought had never crossed my mind.
However, their questions struck me.
- Fitness and nutrition had played important roles in my life since walking into a gym for the first time during my sophomore year of college.
- I spent countless hours researching and designing my own workouts.
- Years ago, my mother told me that she could see me as a nutritionist.
- At the top of my values: Helping and inspiring others.
I reflected on the kind of trainer I would want to have and knew that I could make a difference.
So, after starting my certification process, I decided to move to Manhattan. Being born here, it felt like an important return to my roots. I thought that I would work part-time as a counselor and part-time as a personal trainer...
But life is funny and, at the suggestion of another trainer, I dropped off my resume at four Equinox locations. I was hired three days later.
Onward, Upward, Inward
I told myself that I would stay at Equinox for about two years. So, in January 2016, I bid adieu to my home since November 2013, with a Precision Nutrition Coach certification added to my toolbox. I'm a firm believer in building a path with long-term goals. I also detest the feeling of "stuckness". So, yet again, onward I go--putting the pieces together:
Personal Training. Nutrition Coaching. Writing.
Movement. Food. Story.