Are you hanging up your stocking on the wall? Is it time that every Santa has a ball?
I don’t know if you could call that ‘having a ball’. It’s like, the one day a year he actually has to work. But maybe he’s one of those people who are married to their job. You’d have to be, to keep doing it for a couple of hundred years, or however long Father Christmas has been around.
The world isn’t like that now. I’m 26 and I’ve had nine jobs with a tenth one incoming. Attention span of a gnat, although I really think this dry needling gig might be…the one. Speaking of being married to your job, but there you go. Mum keeps saying that I should pick something and stick to it, but I say that at this point in my life, I need to spread my wild oats. I see a trigger point dry needling course with available spaces, I jump on it. I may be doing okay at my current job of looking after exotic pets, but it’s time for a change, and I mean a REALLY big one. That’s what they say: Christmas is a time of change. Merry change-mas, everyone. Dah-dun-duhn-duhn.
At the end of it all, I’ll have done dozens of courses and I’ll have a plethora of skills, although I’m still pretty sure that dry needling is the one. I said that about the exotic pet care course, but that didn’t quite feel the same. And I might have said something to that effect regarding the cheesecake-making course the year before that. There was also that extracurricular that I did during uni that taught me how to brew Scottish ale.
But those were niche. Dry needling is totally in, and it is also the future. People are booking a dry needling course in New Zealand and flying all the way here to learn the skills. I knew that I’d waited for something, and now that something has arrived.