Why Kinesiology?

 I was recently asked “How did you end up doing this work?”

By pure curiosity. As a young girl, I was always fascinated by the metaphysical and by nature. I had a whole binder full of drawings I’d done about “why I love nature” and my room was filled with candles and other witchy style nick nacks. I was a teenager in the early 2000’s so you KNOW I had the blue and yellow sun and stars bed cover! My very first email address was hippichix86@hotmail. I had books by Fiona Horne and a subscription to the Mind Body Spirit magazine. I planned to study natural medicine when I left school. I was on track for a life in the alternative therapy world. Except then, I didn’t… I don’t recall WHY exactly it all fell apart but I imagine a large portion of blame can be placed on the diagnosis of clinic depression I received at age 18 and the general numbness to life and lack of motivation that comes with being medicated for it.

Instead, after I finished VCE, I was a bit aimless for a while until my parents got me into a Business Administration traineeship, and I found myself sitting in car dealerships wearing pantsuits, filling out spreadsheets and booking in people’s Volkswagens for services. This then led to finishing my traineeship at a financial planning firm in Richmond. Me, the girl who could not wrap her head around numbers and maths, who barely scraped by on her last maths exam, found herself working in finance. A far cry from the barefoot hippy who thought aromatherapy was her calling.

For the next 15 years, I was the perfect corporate robot. I wore corporate clothes; I had corporate haircuts, I spoke corporate lingo, and I had my husband wake me up at 11:00pm at night to watch the final stock market report of the day. I knew the ins and outs of life insurance and superannuation; I could predict with perfect precision what my boss would need on his desk for his client appointments. I prided myself on being efficient and really bloody good at my job. Because I was. I was great at my job. But I was not fulfilled. I didn’t love my job. It was stressful and my body took the brunt of it. I got so sick. I started getting migraines which I’d never had before in my life. Then the migraines lead to heart palpitations, dizzy spells, fatigue, hand tremors and a complete body breakdown. I’d see doctors and they’d condescendingly remind me of my diagnosis of “anxiety” and basically imply it was all in my head. Or perhaps it was hormonal. Maybe I was just tired and needed to have a cup of tea and a lie down.

I was now a Mum to my first son and I couldn’t play with him. I’d lie on the couch on my days off from work and watch him play or let him watch TV. I lost a TONNE of weight, which I brushed off and attributed to breastfeeding. But I was seriously sick. Eventually, after countless doctors, specialists, psychologists, hospital visits, and so many different tests, I received the diagnosis of POTS - postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome. And what could the Western model of healthcare do for me? Nothing. “Eat extra salt and stay hydrated, best of luck to you!”

However, in between working my corporate job I’d discovered reiki. I’d gone along to a meditation class run by a reiki master. I’d not heard of reiki and had no idea what it was but the curious teenage hippy inside me perked up. So I gave it a whirl. I was skeptical walking in - half expecting some sort of psychic reading woowoo thing but it blew my mind. I remember after my first session crying in the car because it was like a remembrance. A long forgotten feeling and a “oh there you are, you’ve come back” I took the classes so I could practice it myself and saw people for free on the weekends. It was RIGHT. I got to wear clothes that felt like me and say things that felt like me. Speaking the language of energy and healing.

Skip forward to 2020 - ah yes, the year we don’t talk about because of the Big Bad Thing. I found myself home schooling my prep child while carrying around our newborn baby and working from a home I wasn’t allowed to leave for more than 1 hour a day. Stress levels were through the roof. My husband and I were on the precipice of seperation, my mental health plummeted and everything felt too hard. By December of that year I’d had it. Sleep deprived and clinging on by a thread I rang my boss at 9:30am on a Friday morning and sobbed out the words “I can’t do this anymore”. To his credit, his immediate response was “I know. I understand. I appreciate everything you’ve done and it’s ok”. And suddenly I was unemployed. With a 1 year old, a 6 year old and bills to pay. I should have felt sick with fear and doubt. But I have never felt more free in my life. It was like all the restraints had been cut off.

I took a few weeks to collect myself and enjoy the festive period and the feeling of not having to return to a position that didn’t feel aligned. Then I had to do SOMETHING. And fate swooped in. I was doom scrolling Instagram when I saw a story from an old school friend, Kathy. She had been running her very successful Kinesiology business for many years and had gotten so busy she now needed help. She was looking for a virtual assistant. “I could do that!” I thought. I had years of admin experience, I had a laptop and to work in the healing realm was a dream. So I messaged her immediately. - Pick me. Choose Me. Love Me as Meredith Grey so aptly put it. And she did. From January 2021 I was her VA and it was the turning point for everything. She was enormously generous in sharing all of the things she had learnt in her years of business. She healed the damaged parts of me that had been traumatised by years of working for loud and unkind people. She accepted every part of me and spoke my language of energy and healing. She pushed me in the most loving of ways to stretch my own knowledge and experience and most importantly, she introduced me to kinesiology. By October that year she was opening her school to teach others kinesi and I was the very first student to sign up. Without a doubt I knew this was the road I was meant to follow. To learn this brilliant modality that I could then combine with reiki and offer this out in to the world, why it would be selfish of me NOT to! The people need healing now more than ever. 

And why? Because it’s FUCKING COOL! It’s magic based in science so my logic brain meat gets a kick out of it and my fairy witch vibes get utterly moist over the metaphysical side. It also feels easier to explain to others, again because there’s logic and something tangible about it whereas reiki, while just as cool, feels a lot more whimsical and far out. I can easily show someone whole body testing and be like “VOILA KINESIOLOGY!” but I can’t balance someones chakras in the middle of the school ground. It’s so meaty too, there’s so many options I can draw on to help someone and everyone’s experience is so unique so it will never get boring.

Here we are in 2024 and I am now a qualified kinesiologist with my own practice. I spend every day being ME. The nature loving hippy I was born to be without judgement. I speak of energy and meridians and chakras without shame. It feels like me being authentic. I spent years trying to squeeze myself into the financial planning/admin/PA role and I bent myself out of shape. Doing this work feels like putting on a well loved hoodie. Like coming home.

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