Cracks the Binding *sniffs*

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Today's career track of choice: Fitness. 

Last Friday, I received a call from Supervisor Man congratulating me on becoming the newest Wellness Coach at the Kroc Center. As grateful as I sincerely was, I was also in the middle of applying to another position within the KC (literally, the cover letter was pulled up on my laptop screen when the call came in).


I pondered what I wanted for 2016, and here are my year's demands:

1) I want to train and (HOPEFULLY) complete the 2016 Ironman (in Coeur d' Alene 8/21/2016)
2) I want to become a successful BeachBody Coach (I love health and fitness and encouraging people in improving their lives! The most rewarding role I play is Life Coach to those I love)
3) I want to mentor a teenager
4) I want to spend time with my family, Boyfriend, and Grandparents
5) I want to read in the bathtub before I go to work
6) I want to make enough money to begin saving to buy a house, and then for retirement
7) I want to start writing a book - subject/lesson TBD
8) I want to wear all black

These are not lofty nor incredibly specific, but that's what I want this year. There is also the quick-and-dirty list of "SHOULD" (shall we peak into these? Way juicier...)
- I should research and pursue developing a non-profit business plan for distributing menstruation cups
- I should find a church community and actually commit
- I should learn to cook
- I should go on a mission's trip to keep me current
- I should read more politically relevant news articles
- I should stop stalking all of my ex-boyfriends on instagram
- I should ... mostly just learn to be a long term planning adult on a regular basis

But for now, welcome to a blog of fitness, struggles, ironman training thoughts, why I have so few friends, and all my dreams of being a perfect marksman with a handgun #becausewhynot?

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