2 steps forward....

So.  I decided to go back to school to become a therapist.  And then I didn't.  In part, the excitement waned.  In part, my resolve waned.  And in part, I don't know what the hell I'm doing.

I started digging a little more and found a video online about what it's really like to become a marriage & family therapist.  It was not pretty.  So I need to do some more recon with those I know who are actually in the field.  There are other factors boring enough that I won't get into them here, but for now I'm semi-comfortable with where I am.

And on the even scarier side, if this isn't my calling, what is?  Where is it?  How on earth do I find it?  I am SEWWW jealous of those who just know what they want to do.  Following a passion, even in a scary, challenging way, is still a journey with a lot of excitement and fuel.  I spin my wheels a lot.  But don't want to complain - too much to appreciate.

On to the real reason for this post.  I'm becoming that wise, witchy woman I always feared/admired, one step at a time.  I read about a concoction that helps ward off colds when you feel one coming on.  It's a cup of cold water, a tablespoon of organic apple cider vinegar, a teaspoon of honey, and 1/10 of a teaspoon of cayenne pepper.  Sounds like a good boost for almost any occasion, so I decided to try it tonight.  I can feel things moving around in there, but am not uncomfortable.  I'm impatient to see how I feel in the morning.

In the meantime, I can't help but think of all those stereotypical movie scenes where someone has an ailment, and ole' Aunt So-and-so or granny or that kooky neighbor says in a gruff voice, "Here, drink this."  You can tell it smells awful and looks weird, but the person always drinks it, and something amazing always happens.  (Remember in the Neverending Story?  Maybe Harry Potter?  Cocktail?  It's everywhere, man.)

And now I have my own brew.  It's not a calling, but I'll take a quirk.  Just wait until I go grey.  I'm going to be SO interesting.