Hey there, people.
I've had my head under a pile of books (Anatomy/Physiology, Pathology, Therapeutic Massage, etc.), and under a growing pile of children (or perhaps a pile of growing children?).
I'm still here, and I am so dang happy with my new direction that ALL of my directions are happier. Except that I'm gaining back some of the many pounds I lost over the summer. But it seems that I can't quite have everything, or everybody would hate me.
If I had more time and more inclination, I'd tell you all about it, but it's coming up on 9 p.m. and I'm getting old and tired. And I also had a big glass of white wine (from a little BOX -- like a juicebox! it's awesome), and I think I'm hitting the hay.
But first let me say: why on EARTH isn't EVERYBODY training to be a Massage Therapist?? It's the best thing ever. EVARRRRR! LOVELOVELOVE.
End of entry. xoxox
