Okay, so I wanted to share a true confession that made me giggle and think. While working out this morning, I was listening to “Hair Metal Radio”. Yes, it is true. I grew up in the days of Hair Metal and I loved it. Now, lets just say that maybe I was not the easiest kid to raise. That maybe unlike a lot of the individuals I follow on IG, I was not an super athlete or sports star. Maybe, I was a bit of a handful…making some not so smart decisions, challenging my parents, not where I was suppose to be all the time, and maybe, just maybe, was not the easiest child to raise.
The reason I even bring up this post is because of the picture and the song that was playing on the Hair Metal radio at the time. I remember being a sophomore in high school when the “World Premier Video” of “18 and Life” by Skid Row was premiering on MTV. Now I am aging myself again, but for those of you who don’t know, the World Premier Videos on MTV were huge!! What else was huge to me was the World Premier Video of “18 and Life”. And you know what? My parents let me skip school that day to see this world premier video on MTV and I still remember it every time I hear this song.
Many of you have seen me write about our son Rowyn. The journey it has been, our parenting choices, and decisions that have been hard and decisions that are “no brainers.”
Letting me watch this video was a no brainer decision for my parents. Even with the challenges I gave them, they showed unconditional love. The supported my room being covered in stapled (yes stapled) magazine pictures of heavy metal bands and tapestries. They supported me by taking me to see these bands live in concert and sat in the car in the parking lot, praying that I would make good decisions while I was inside seeing the show. Truthfully, it was because of this support and unconditional love that for the most part, I did make good decisions. I was always very honest with them, and they might tell you I was honest to a fault. I, like my son, was challenged in school and did not like it much. My challenges were different in that I was painfully afraid of asking for help in school , answering questions, or participating out of fear of saying or doing something wrong. I do not think my parents ever thought I would go to college, let alone graduate school, and further specialty certifications.
The funny thing is, once I was doing something I loved, I could not learn enough. And truthfully, I knew I loved people, I knew that selfishly I needed my patients probably more than they needed me. It feeds my energy and my soul. What I struggled with was what I loved in my treatment and care. It was not until my introduction to Postural Restoration that I found my true passion. Now, I cannot get enough. I love what I do. I want to know more and most of the time feel like I know nothing. I want to know about dental and cranial integration, cold laser, biofield tuning and frequencies, lymphatic massage, and have a better understanding of reference centers. The list goes on and on. Now, I struggle with wanting too much sometimes and then don’t fully following through on anything. 😂😂😂
What I do know is that through PRI I have a community that is supportive and helpful like none other. I also know that I am not afraid to ask for help anymore. What do I have to lose? Nothing. I can only assume that it is due to the welcoming judgement-free nature of this community that I have not been afraid. I also know that the unconditional love my parents gave me led to where I am today. I can only hope that my parenting choices show the same love. My long and winded point is, don’t be afraid to ask, don’t be afraid to make choices and fail, as we can only learn from them next time, and don’t be controlled by fear as it is a nasty brain bully that gets you nowhere.
Do you have a true confession you want to share? I would love to hear 💜
Dont forget to exhale,
Paige, PT, PRC, CSCS