And I plan to work in counseling because…

…I might as well be paid for what I do normally. What an afternoon.

One friend miscarried and wanted help writing a way to let her family know about it (she’d only just told them). Another is frustrated with her job and working too many hours, but not quite prepared to let her employer know that they’re using her. A third just called (out of the blue — she’s almost more an acquaintance) asking if she could come stay with me for a few days on an emergent basis — it sounds like she’s reached the point of fearing her husband. I have space, so I almost consider it an obligation to help, because I *can.*

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Within the past week, I’ve started to lean more toward getting a Masters degree in Counseling and setting any PhD plans aside until later. When I look at my life, my finances, and my location, it simply makes more sense. After a chat with the Fitness Director at my gym recently, I might also consider adding a personal training certification to that mix. Who knows, maybe instead of chasing the doctorate (yet), I can build a practice that focuses on wellness of the entire individual, physical, mental, and emotional.