Times Are Changing

Ok well, maybe times aren't, but my mind is. About life, career, home. . . you know, everything. (This is, by the way, Nathan, doing my annual post). We were supposed to move to Portland next month, but warning sign after warning sign kept popping up to make us reevaluate our decision. And so we did. Several times. But we kept coming up with the same thing. . . keep doing what you're doing.

Then last week happened.

Wait, you know what? It's a boring story, no matter how I try to tell it so let's just do this.

I'm going to do this:

To change this:

So people don't end up like this:

Well,  it's not actually that simple. Or that boring. I'm going back to school to get a Master's in Marriage and Family Therapy. After praying and going to the temple, two impressions came to me: 1) The most important work I could ever do is to heal/save/strengthen families and 2) I'm better at that than anything else I'm good at, or like doing.

So I'm going to incorporate everything I know into my own approach to therapy. It's going to be something like "Health, Relationship, and Behavioral Therapy." I'm going to use personality types and Sex Types* (TM and ©, suckers!) to heal relationships and body symbolism/diet/natural/holistic stuff to heal bodies and minds.

Ok I lied. Still boring. But only for now! Once my (best super duper ever) friend Ben and I finish our book and I start counseling with it, you are all going to say, "Whoa, hey that stuff that was boring three years ago is not so boring now!" And I will be there, laughing and yelling, "I told you so." And then I'll help you heal from the humiliation and guilt. For a hefty fee.

I can't wait.