Guys, I am in LOVE with my community nutrition program plan. I don’t think you understand what this means. Stop me before I go to Decatur and make this happen, because I really want to, even though I probably won’t, because I’m a poor college student who’s just trying to make it in this crazy maze of a world, and I think my GPA is more important (momentarily) than premature babies. They’ll be okay. A lot of them turn out fine (yours truly).
I’ve only had one mug of coffee this morning. Why am I so hyper and awake? I have no idea. Maybe it’s the sixteen pages of research and program outcomes I’ve written up in the past 26 hours. That’s my problem: I love too many things. I love nutrition support, and I love babies, and I love research and writing and dietetics and Fridays. There, that’s the solution: I’m hyper because I’m in love with abstract concepts and I don’t care.
I feel very afraid for my future husband. I’m just throwing that out there.
He’ll have to share me with the world. I suppose he’ll deal.