Did two massages back-to-back last night. I remember now that I really enjoy that. If I could get off my butt and go through the tedious, painful process of certification and licensing, I could be out of my current livelihood rut before the end of summer. I really could. I've got the house, the fantastic , supportive husband, and all the stability I need to make a change. What am I afraid of?
Will somebody please say something interesting?