365 DAYS OF GRATITUDE – DAY 153: The Long And Winding Road…

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To continue on my memories of adolescence, let me share with you how I ended up doing what I said that I did not have the emotional stamina to do. Work with people who are in physical pain, that is.

Once I decided that med school was not for me, I felt without purpose and really did not care what school I ended up going to. My indecision and loss of goals led to four years of failed attempts at being accepted to a few different universities. More on these experiences tomorrow.

But once I managed to get in, I started taking aerobics classes and for the first time in my life I learned to connect with my body. That was the beginning of my new path, which led me to where I am today. I wrote about it in my post on Day 17.

I enjoyed working with people and teaching them to feel better in their bodies. I loved it so much, that when I moved from Bucharest, Romania to Toronto in 1996, I decided to continue as an aerobics teacher and dreamed about having my own studio one day.

The dream came true and I opened my Pilates studio in 2002. I continued to study the physical body, emotions and thought processes; biomechanics, muscles, joints and connective tissue; healing the physical body and teaching methods; meditation and the power of the subconscious mind; therapeutic exercise and the innate healing power of the body.

The Pilates studio evolved into an innovative and leading edge centre. With its emphasis on complete and lasting transformation of body and mind, Mitrea Wellness Centre is leading the way in the wellness, healing and health industry.

The long and winding road… brought me here.

In my mind and in my heart, here and now is where I always wanted to be.

Love,

Rucsandra

365 DAYS OF GRATITUDE – DAY 152: Why I Decided That Medical School Was Not For Me

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So why did I change my mind from my childhood dream to become a doctor like my godmother Paula to deciding that medical school was not for me? As I look back, I believe that the most important reason for my change of heart was that one day, when I was 15 or 16 years old, I had the sudden realization that I could not ever do what doctors do; that is, work with people who are sick, in pain, in distress or dying. I felt I just couldn’t do it and that I was not made of that type of material.

Now this recollection really makes me giggle!

I find this to be extremely interesting and somewhat amusing, because of how life led me to a place where I am doing just that, but not as a medical doctor. Over the last 25 years I have built a career that I love and that helps people.

As a Body Transformation Specialist I work with people who are in pain, who’ve had injuries that led to chronic pain; who are in distress and afraid that their discomfort will only get worse. And yes, I even helped relieve the physical discomfort of clients who were near the end of their lives in the physical body.

How I got where I am today from that teenage realization which was the exact opposite?

I’ll reminisce about that tomorrow.

Love,

Rucsandra

365 DAYS OF GRATITUDE – DAY 151: I Wanted To Become A Doctor…

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If you asked me when I was 4 or 5 years old what I wanted to be when I grew up, I would have said: ”I want to be a doctor”; and to prove my clear intention to you I would have brought to show you my toy doctor’s kit and a doll that had been operated on and whose life was now out of danger.

For years I kept this desire alive, fueled by the mystery and the appeal of my godmother’s presence and stories. I loved my godmother Paula. She was a pediatrician. Patient, kind and funny, she wore perfume, nice clothes and high heels. She was passionate about her work and enjoyed having me around. I loved being in her presence and was thrilled every time I went to visit, which was every week.

She’d let me do all the things that other adults did not. I was allowed to play with her jewelry and with her makeup and bounce on her bed. I was fascinated by her and adored her. Still do.

Even though I do not get to see her unless I travel to Romania, she is and will always be a part of me and I am grateful for her wonderful and inspiring presence in my life.

Another thing I loved to do when I went to her house was to pull her large medical books off their shelves and browse through them. Before knowing how to read, I would just study the anatomy/dissection pictures (these were sometimes scary, but that didn’t stop me) and look at drawings of joints and brains and muscles.

I wanted to be like her so I thought that one day, when I was older, I would go to medical school.

I did not.

Tomorrow I will share with you why.

Love,

Rucsandra