As I approach a.) the end of my undergraduate career, b.) the beginning of my career as a doctor of physical therapy student, and as I begin to transition my blog into more of a journey, per se– documenting my experience– it is only right that I give you a background on me, how physical therapy chose me, and why you should keep coming back.
Believe it or not, I didn’t always have everything figured out. It wasn’t until much later than expected in my undergraduate education that I was able to confidently say what I wanted to do, and where exactly I would be going after graduation.
So, let’s go back to the beginning.
I have been an athlete for as long as I can remember. As a child, I tried every sport in the book. After dancing for about 10 years, I transitioned into athletics when I entered high school.
I ran a competitive cross country and track and field for four years in high school, and for almost two years in college. Running is my life, and I am beyond interested in the way that we are able to manipulate our bodies to grow, stretch, strengthen, and shed in the ways in which we are comited to doing so.
Fast forward to my sophomore year of college. I had fractured my foot and stopped running competitively. However, I was still determined, nonetheless, to keep living and
Exercise is my escape, and even after I stopped running at the collegiate level, I was still drawn to the incredible moments where sheer human will and desire are able to overcome the odds.
My injury led me to the practice of yoga, a practice which I can say so much about– but I’ll keep it short.
In January 2017, I completed a study abroad at the Sivananda Ashram in the Bahamas, studying yoga and Hinduism.
After returning, I received a grant from my college to complete a research paper on the mental and physical benefits of the practice– part of which was published with The Huffington Post.
After the completion of my research paper in October 2017, I used my grant money to complete my yoga teacher training in January
Throughout my time studying at my undergraduate university, I was an English major with a Religious Studies minor. While my love for English Literature and Language was always blossoming, I began struggling with the idea of actually pursuing a traditional career within the field.
I never wanted to be a teacher or a lawyer. I wanted to be a writer, but I was beginning to have a change of heart. Something didn’t feel right. After stepping outside of my comfort zone, I soon awakened to my true potential.
I realized that while I was good at writing, and loved to write, I did not want to be a writer, per se. I was scared of being anything other than a writer. I knew, by default, since high school, that I was a good writer. I also knew that I wasn’t the best at science or math. So, I ultimately decided, subconsciously, that I would be a writer.
However, with a passion for healthcare and no desire to become a journalist, my passions weren’t aligning.
Fast forward to the Summer of 2018. Yes, the summer before beginning my senior year of college, I began to explore my options.
I woke up one morning, not having thought much about my next steps, and the idea of being a physical therapist had popped into my mind. I had experienced PT myself, I had witnessed my grandmother be nursed back to health within two weeks after breaking her pelvis.
It all started coming together.
I began to do my research.
Within a single day, I was able to: register for two summer courses (and get the last spot in one of them), change my entire Fall semester schedule at my undergraduate university (dropping all electives and adding three science courses and a psychology course), begin my application for Doctor of Physical Therapy programs (PTCAS), sign up to take the GRE, and begin my observation hours.
When the summer came to an end, I had completed just about 200 hours of observation at two different physical therapy practices. I studied for the GRE, which I was set to take the first week of September. I completed 8 credits worth of science courses and labs. And completed as much of my general application as I possibly could.
After beginning my senior year, I was able to acquire my recommendation letters, sign up to take the GRE one more time, begin and successfully complete my courses, as well as complete my entire application.
For whatever reason, everything was falling into place.
On April 1st, I received acceptance from my top choice school to attend their Doctor of Physical Therapy program beginning in May 2019.
All of my hard work, both throughout the past four years, and especially this past year, had paid off.
The reason I want to tell this story is to let you know that you don’t have to have it all figured out. What you have to do is believe in yourself, find what you’re passionate about, and follow it.
When I spoke into existence, I want to be a physical therapist, I didn’t have a single doubt. I knew it wouldn’t be easy– especially considering the path I was already on– but it was what I wanted to do. It is what I am meant to do.
Nothing has ever felt so right in my entire life.
While I truly believe if things are meant to be, they will be, I also believe that we must work hard and manifest the things we want in life.
My love for fitness and time as an athlete has taught me many important life lessons. The most important being, once we commit to something, we are able to take control of every aspect of it.
I have taught myself to ignore the voice in my head and to drown out all of the doubt.
I want to encourage others to help that little voice fade away.
As humans, I believe we are truly capable of anything, as long as we put our mind to it.
ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE. And I believe I am living proof.
And so, what’s my next step you may be wondering?
My goal is to blog, either every Friday or every other Friday, documenting my experiences as a DPT student.
And so the countdown
Until next time.