What does it say about you when your copy of Women, Food, and God is littered with shards of Trader Joe's Mini Milk Chocolate Covered Peanut Butter Cups?
It says you're ripe for change.
Change is imminent. As of yesterday, I am a fully matriculated student of the Institute for Integrative Nutrition on the path of launching a new career in Health Coaching. Classes begin in earnest on October 18th. Somehow it feels important to capture my experiences here. It's probably just a rampant case of Narcissistic Personality Disorder. Call the funny farm, if you must.
Yesterday I was feeling elated. Last night, however, the fear began to settle in like that cloud of dust you raise when you finally get around to cleaning those blinds in the guest bedroom. Can I really do this? Was it a such a good idea? Am I the Self-Employed type? Achoo!
We shall see. Stay tuned.
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