Not the Doctor Stuff
When I was a teenager, I worked at a chiropractor’s office.
Now, before you picture me adjusting spines, let me stop you right there. I did the mail. The paperwork. The filing. Stacks of envelopes, folders, and forms.
Definitely not the doctor stuff.
A couple of afternoons a week, I’d head over after school. While the doctor was busy with patients, I was busy behind the scenes, sorting and filing and keeping the paper moving.
The Work Behind the Work
Patients came in for the doctor. Nobody walked through the door looking for the girl with the mail. But my work was part of what kept that office running.
I didn’t know it then, but that job was teaching me something I’d need for the rest of my life.
The quiet work is what holds everything together. When the details are handled, help can happen faster. No one claps for it. But without it, everything falls apart.
And I have to laugh now. I spent my teenage years in an office devoted to the body, surrounded by paper, with no idea I’d one day build my life around helping women move, renew, and feel at home in their bodies again.
Self-Care Is Quiet Work
That job taught me to show up. To handle the details. To do the work well even when no one was watching.
That’s what self-care is too. It’s quiet work. A gentle stretch. A deep breath. A glass of water. One more try.
Nobody claps for it. But it’s what quietly puts a life back in order, mini-step by mini-step at a time.
And I’m grateful for that job. Not because it was exciting, but because it was a beginning.
Never underestimate a humble beginning. Some of the most important seeds get planted in the most ordinary places.
Your Mini-Step
Today, thank yourself for one thing you did for you that nobody noticed. That’s self-care. It mattered more than you know.
Then tell me: what was your first job, and what did it teach you?
Much joy,
Tawnja