look out

Greetings! I left you all  before Christmas, feeling a little sentimental, a little down, but ready for the Christmas Season. WELCOME TO THE NEW YEAR. ALSO, HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY. It's been awhile, and much has happened since I last wrote. I finished school, kind of. More on that later. And Christmas was fantastic. We even had a white Christmas in Boise for the first time in years and years. It was beautiful. It was wonderful being able to talk to our sibling missionaries, and the wonders of modern technology making it so that we could even see them made it that much better. We love baby sister E. and baby brother R. They are both doing wonderfully (in spite of E. getting hit by a car...we are so grateful for guardian angels. She came away unscathed), and are full of the missionary spirit. Boise meant all the time with our nephew M. that we could possibly want. Which is never enough for me. I die over that boy and he is so happy and smiley all the time. Between him and the rest of my family it was basically heaven. It is a tangible thing to miss your family, and I really felt it for a week after we got back. Not that I had that much time.

The two-week span of Christmas vacation is the absolute busiest time of year at my work. I was fully booked, six hours every evening except Thursday and Sunday. After the first week, I was soooooo sore. I couldn't really stand up straight, which wasn't my favorite thing, and also meant that my body mechanics as I was massaging were clearly not up to par. My teachers at school would have been so disappointed. But I had a "come to Jesus" talk with myself, and fixed that up quick. I also got an amazing massage that left me even more sore, but in the best ways. That lady beat me up. I loved it. I still ended up being a little sore every night, but I figured that was just a transitional thing from not doing massage to suddenly doing massage all the time. I'm better now, but it was crazy. 

That brings me to how school ended up. I had three classes to make up because I took time off for our San Francisco trip during Thanksgiving. It was so worth it, and I would do it again in a heartbeat, but man, having to make up classes was not fun. At all. Here's why:  My friends and I that did the Master Bodyworker Program (MBP) did not enjoy it. It felt like a massive waste of time and money, and we didn't leave feeling like we were masters of our trade. We all had some make up time to put in, so we went together, and our minds were blown. The teacher we'd had before the break who had taught three of our classes was out because of surgery. Her replacement was incredible. He used to work at the school, but his business took off, and he didn't have time anymore, but he was happy to fill in for our other teacher. This guy taught us more in the initial three and a half hours that we had him than our other instructor taught us in ten weeks. He not only had more knowledge about the subject, more education on the subject, and no debilitating injuries that made it impossible for him to teach correctly, but he was a teacher. The instructor we had before was a super  kind, tolerant, relaxed person. But she was a horrible teacher. She was very lazy as far as her teaching policies went, and she never ever taught us more than what would get us a passing grade on the final. No life experiences, no helpful questions to help expand our thinking, it was strictly whatever was on the final. 

So after experiencing her, and then making up time with this guy, my friends and I were out of our minds furious. This was what we had paid for. This is what it felt like to be taught to be a master. We were so heartsick. I was so angry I called my mom afterward just to vent. Ten weeks and several thousand dollars we can't get back. My classmates and I are working on letters to send to the corporate office. Someone needs to know. Man, life is really unfair sometimes. But this brings me to the point of this post. Finally, haha.

2015 is my year. I can feel it. I'm going to own this year. Bend it to my will. Work so hard for the things that I want, and actually get them. I'm going to be a crazy person. It's already been super hard, I've already fallen, but that also means I've already picked myself back up. I'm not giving up on anything that I want, and I'm not going to accept anything less than what I'm going for. Big changes are coming, and I'm going to be so ready for them. We're moving (no one knows where. Including ourselves) in roughly 4 months. In any case, we'll no longer be in Utah. !!! That bears repeating: WE'LL NO LONGER BE IN UTAH. How sweet it is. We have made it. We've made it through the years of school and toil, and are ready to start our real lives. Haha. The hope is for California, but at this point, it really is all up in the air. We could go anywhere, with the idea that we are avoiding the cold and any kind of winter if at all possible. That is part of what makes this the year I'm going to own. No more shoebox. I'll be outside all the time, and I will accept no other jobs than the ones that I absolutely want, and the ones that I am challenged by. Look out world. I can't be held back. 

I have so many goals, and maybe there will be another post where I share some with you, but I just wanted to let you all know that I'm here, I'm making the most of what I've got, and I'm about to make my world change. I'M GONNA WRECK IT! Stay tuned.