Art therapist turned personal trainer turned health coach and freelance writer....
My fiance tells me that I am a leaf blowing in the wind. Not sure how I feel about that, especially as my path to here seems to make sense if you break it down.
I always tell people that I move horizontally. And, while part of me wishes I could fully identify as something like an occupational therapist for life and be happy there, it simply isn't so. But I'm okay with that, because, at the end of the day, my "career" is just something that I do. It doesn't define me. Or so I keep telling myself...You know, whatever helps you sleep at night.
My childhood was nauseatingly idyllic. I spent most of my younger years performing in self-directed productions, playing the piano and singing…and playing "library". Although not quite graceful enough for jazz dance class, my life revolved around the arts.
In college, psychology clicked with me from the beginning: Intuitive, profound yet simple...Right up my alley. So, though Vassar prided itself on the arts, I surprised everyone, including myself, by not majoring in drama or art history. After all, psychology was more widely applicable to whatever the heck I would want to do with my life in the future.
I didn't want to go to grad school just because, but I found myself at my first proverbial crossroads: Why couldn't I do both? How could I possibly choose?!
As if by magic, I stumbled upon expressive arts therapy, and off I went to Boston for my MA. I spent four years working in Boston, Denver, and Boston again--in schools, hospitals and retirement communities--before I felt that oh-so-familiar feeling of, "Huh. Okay, now what?"
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. As a kid, I hated/feared 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.
Yet I somehow ended up working as a personal trainer at Equinox for two years.
After all, 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 and recipes, organized into binders complete with color-coded tabs. And I wanted to help people feel better without the need for one of those stupid drill sergeant whistles. I figured I had an interesting approach to offer.
So, I launched into a personal training certification, and I moved to Manhattan. I dropped off my resume at four Equinox locations, and I was hired three days later. I stayed until January 2016, when, after my self-prescribed two-year limit there, I bid adieu with a Precision Nutrition Coach certification in hand.
I detest the feeling of "stuckness", so, yet again, onward I go, putting the pieces together into some semblance of a whole. Blowin' in the wind.
Now, along with work my work at Walnut Health and PROnatal Fitness, I am attempting to write on a daily basis. Because, well, if you want to write a book, which I do, the best advice is simply this: Write, and don't stop writing.