I have been feeling particularly uninspired since my post last Thursday.  I’m trying to come up with something interesting to tell you guys, but I think I’m just too brain dead to deliver.  I’ve been doing a lot of freelance writing in my spare time, so things have been busy even when they’re not supposed to be.  The extra cashola will be nice, but I’m afraid that the blog is suffering because of it.  I am trying to get a better handle on all things life and work (and freelance) related, so please be patient with me as I adjust.

p.s…I’m not complaining about the freelance gig!  I love it.

I do have one very interesting thing to tell you guys.  Ok, well…it’s interesting to me.  Maybe not to you.  It’s something that I’ve been wanting to officially talk about lately, but nothing was official yet, so I’ve been holding off.

I was accepted into the graduate program for Holistic Nutrition Studies at Clayton College of Natural Health.  This makes me happier and more excited than most things to date in my life have ever made me, and I have been dying to let you guys to know.  I begin classes on November 24th, and I hope that this decision will lead to being able to help other people with nutrition, intuitive eating, and becoming diet-free!

My honest to goodness dream is to someday incorporate a holistic approach to helping those who suffer with eating disorders.

For me, this is an enormous step.  I have spent the last 10-15 years of my life denying the things that I truly knew in my gut would make me happy.  I’m not saying that I hate my current job, or even that I plan to quit my job.  I would, however, like to pursue this avenue, because I feel that it will make me happier in the long run.  Since I was a child, I’ve wanted to help others.

In the 4th grade, I dreamed of being a physical therapist.

By the time that I was 16, the ‘physical therapist’ idea had morphed into becoming a social worker.

At the age of 20–with two years of college under my belt and no money in my pocket, I diverted into retail.  Then I moved 6 hours away from home.  Within 2 weeks of moving, I started working for the company that I currently work for.  The rest is history I guess.

In the meantime, I never came up for air.

I didn’t take a moment (or maybe I couldn’t take a moment) to consider what I really wanted.  Expenses piled up, responsibilities grew, and the opportunity never really showed itself.  I didn’t make it a priority.

What led me to this decision?  Well, as I become older and wiser, three lessons resonate the loudest for me:

• Money doesn’t mean sheet.
• Social status by way of money doesn’t mean sheet.
• One can only be truly satisfied when they do what they love and love what they do.

So, I have arranged my life over the past 2 years in such a way that I don’t need so many “things”.  The expensive bags and shoes and clothes are not a priority anymore.   Happiness, however, is of the utmost importance.  I decided to pursue my happiness.

That is my decision in a nutshell.  It took a long time for me to finally decide, but I did it.  I’m sure you guys will hear all about it (exhaustively) as it goes down.  Aren’t you so excited?  (ha!)

What have you learned about happiness as you become older?

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