Because I'm Melissa fucking Rocks, that's why.
So tonight, I'm editing my massage website, simultaneously figuring out what to do with the personal site and I'm tempted to link it to a blog post I read recently. Because I am calling myself something I am not entirely comfortable with, because the domain is so fucking vain and true, but, so vain. I feel the need to explain myself, to validate why I am saying all things about myself.
It's a professional site though, and the vanity is true. So I will make no excuses, though I will be linking to that post once I get the personal site up and going.
This is the post: I'm Kate Fucking Harding. It's totally worth the read. The comments are OMGAWESOME. I haven't even gotten half-way down the page yet.
I am just so, SO glad that it was written. I have been unabashedly unashamed about being a massage rockstar for years. I have being owning who I am, skills, mistakes and all for quite some time now.
It IS odd and weird when people talk about how great they are at this or that. Funny enough though, it's just now dawning on me that that is how people see me when I nonchalantly respond to their compliment about how great whatever I'm doing feels with something like, "I've been doing this for eight years now, I like to think that I know what I'm doing." This explains those weird looks. Anyway.
It's been a shitty week for reasons I am just not going into yet again. I'm bordering on apathy. So because I need to go to bed and I'm not far enough down the page to comment at kateharding.net and I've not got my personal site ready for posts yet, I'm just going to post here, publicly, what makes me Melissa who fucking ROCKS!
I genuinely am a fucking rockstar when it comes to massage. I do actually wish I could work on myself. My whole job is about putting people's bodies in a happier state. I get people out of pain, motherfuckers. What I really do though is listen to my clients and then deliver the massage they want.
My chocolate chip cookies are unfailingly fantastic Every Single Time, and usually years go by between batches.
I am funny. I am in fact so fucking funny that I start laughing before I can even share the thoughts in my head. One of my (now former) coworkers suggested that I start doing stand-up comedy.
I'm wicked smart. I rock research and data analysis. I could happily be a college student for the rest of my life, collecting degrees in all the fields that interest me. Actually, that's not true. College would be more of a lifetime hobby, I'd still be a massage therapist even if I won the lottery and never had to work again.
My kindness and my honesty are the things I am both most known and most proud to be known for. My newest coworker-turned-friend after asking my opinion on if she needed more makeup before going out told me, "I knew you would tell me the truth but be nice about it." There are parts of my life that would horrify my grandmother but, oh, judge me by the content of my character and let her pride shine on.
I can clean and organize the shit out of anything.
Animals and small children love me. Even Especially the shy ones. Strangers confide in me. I keep everyone's secrets.
My energy is uplifting and healing, even when I'm in a bad mood.
I do not hold back in love or laughter.
I fight without raising my voice, cursing or otherwise degrading whomever I'm fighting with, and can easily be done in 5 minutes.
I am ridiculously tenacious. And I can do anything.
Ps, it will be one of your luckiest days should I ever decide to kiss you.
It's a professional site though, and the vanity is true. So I will make no excuses, though I will be linking to that post once I get the personal site up and going.
This is the post: I'm Kate Fucking Harding. It's totally worth the read. The comments are OMGAWESOME. I haven't even gotten half-way down the page yet.
I am just so, SO glad that it was written. I have been unabashedly unashamed about being a massage rockstar for years. I have being owning who I am, skills, mistakes and all for quite some time now.
It IS odd and weird when people talk about how great they are at this or that. Funny enough though, it's just now dawning on me that that is how people see me when I nonchalantly respond to their compliment about how great whatever I'm doing feels with something like, "I've been doing this for eight years now, I like to think that I know what I'm doing." This explains those weird looks. Anyway.
It's been a shitty week for reasons I am just not going into yet again. I'm bordering on apathy. So because I need to go to bed and I'm not far enough down the page to comment at kateharding.net and I've not got my personal site ready for posts yet, I'm just going to post here, publicly, what makes me Melissa who fucking ROCKS!
I genuinely am a fucking rockstar when it comes to massage. I do actually wish I could work on myself. My whole job is about putting people's bodies in a happier state. I get people out of pain, motherfuckers. What I really do though is listen to my clients and then deliver the massage they want.
My chocolate chip cookies are unfailingly fantastic Every Single Time, and usually years go by between batches.
I am funny. I am in fact so fucking funny that I start laughing before I can even share the thoughts in my head. One of my (now former) coworkers suggested that I start doing stand-up comedy.
I'm wicked smart. I rock research and data analysis. I could happily be a college student for the rest of my life, collecting degrees in all the fields that interest me. Actually, that's not true. College would be more of a lifetime hobby, I'd still be a massage therapist even if I won the lottery and never had to work again.
My kindness and my honesty are the things I am both most known and most proud to be known for. My newest coworker-turned-friend after asking my opinion on if she needed more makeup before going out told me, "I knew you would tell me the truth but be nice about it." There are parts of my life that would horrify my grandmother but, oh, judge me by the content of my character and let her pride shine on.
I can clean and organize the shit out of anything.
Animals and small children love me. Even Especially the shy ones. Strangers confide in me. I keep everyone's secrets.
My energy is uplifting and healing, even when I'm in a bad mood.
I do not hold back in love or laughter.
I fight without raising my voice, cursing or otherwise degrading whomever I'm fighting with, and can easily be done in 5 minutes.
I am ridiculously tenacious. And I can do anything.
Ps, it will be one of your luckiest days should I ever decide to kiss you.