Lately I’ve been tackling a lot of problems, making a lot of huge decisions. Sometimes the list of pros and cons make a choice obvious, but sometimes there is no black nor white, just a shmear of gray. What then? I’m learning that sometimes you just have to follow your instincts.
One huge decision I’ve made recently is to go back to school. Yup, that’s right. Three days before my 41st birthday I’m stepping back into the college classroom. Virtually, that is. Because of my location overseas I’m taking advantage of this awesome invention called the internet. This former English lit major, who has read every Shakespeare play ever penned, who can quote Chaucer, who specialized in Arthurian Legend is going back to college. To become a dietitian.
In my mind I can literally hear the record player needle dragging across the surface at that statement. That’s scienc-y, right? That’s not me. That’s not who I am. I’m the teacher/librarian type, not the science type. I shunned science classes. I wasn’t *that* kind of smart.
But, you know what? This is something I want to do. I am hugely interested in nutrition and body image and health and how they all work together to form a whole. I know it will be a ton of work. I know I’ll have to do math I haven’t done in twenty years. I know the chemistry is going to take me hours to figure out. I also know I am absolutely capable of that ton of work. And I know that I can make a difference and hopefully help many of the young girls in my community to not make the same mistakes I made. I have a passion for this and a yearning to help.
I wrote out my list of pros and cons. Gray shmear. So I decided to follow my instincts. My instincts tell me I would be an awesome dietitian. After next week, I’ll be hanging up my hat here at the Sisterhood to focus on my studies. I’ll be sure to pop in every once in a while to share what I’m learning and to let you know I’m still alive. So, there you have it. Following my instincts. And you?