I recently announced on my Instagram that I will be attending the Nutritional Therapy Association’s Nutritional Therapy Practitioner program this fall. I have struggled with trying to figure out “what to do with my life” for as long as I can remember.
As a teenager, I decided I wanted to be a film producer after I spent hours upon hours watching the bonus features on the Lord of the Rings extended edition DVDs [Lord of the Rings was basically my favorite. It’s still a favorite. I may have a couple Elvish tattoos.]. At some point, for whatever reason, I decided being a film producer was an unrealistic goal. Instead, I started completing pre-requisites at a community college, figuring that by the time I was done with those I might know what I should major in. As it turns out, I never did figure it out. I spent my college years falling in & out of obsessive-compulsive episodes, & in the time in between I decided that I would be an English major. Why? Well, I liked reading a lot. I also liked writing, & I wasn’t half bad at it. I half-heartedly set my sights on creative writing. I say half-heartedly because I had no idea what I would do with such a degree.
Alas, I didn’t make it into the creative writing program at ASU. I was working full time & going to school full time, so I didn’t really have time to complete an internship. I graduated Summa Cum Laude in 2012, &, still not having a clue what to do with myself but understanding that I couldn’t make a living on retail wages, I started the mentally exhausting & oft-depressing task of looking for a new job. Unfortunately, the job I ended up in is a low-paying, repetitive government job that is, for lack of a better word, unfulfilling, not to mention exhausting [I commute almost two hours every day]. Attempts at finding another job have since come up fruitless. Not to toot my own horn, but I think I have something better to offer the world.
I started thinking that maybe I needed to go back to school in order to get a better job. I mentioned previously that I considered psychological research. While the subject was relevant to me & I knew that I could get a job with such a degree, my heart wasn’t fully in it. & then something unexpected [but welcome] happened.
I started learning all about nutrition, the body, & ancestral health. At some point, I realized that my zest for learning about these topics was actually a passion, something I’ve, until this point in my life, rarely experienced.
This is not to say I’ve never had a passion [animals are a passion of mine, & Lord of the Rings was for a time (haha)], but sometimes there just isn’t room in my obsessive-compulsive brain for passion. What I’m trying to say is that, throughout a good portion of my adult life, my obsessions have taken up most of my energy. I’ve learned a lot about how to deal with them, & perhaps the newfound quiet in my brain made room for true passion to grow. & grow it did.
Some ladies I follow & respect, including Noelle Tarr, Liz Wolfe, Mickey Trescott, & Angie Alt, are graduates of the NTA’s program. I found the NTA because of them, & admittedly I thought it wasn’t something I wanted to do at first. I’m too socially awkward to work with people. I’m scared of people. I fear confrontation. I’m an introvert. BUT.
In ancestral health, I’ve found something I’m willing to fight for. I might not be healed yet, but I’m confident that, given time, I will be. & you know what? It’s not me who’s scared of people. It’s my anxiety, my OCD. In time & with practice, I’m sure I will gain the kind of outer confidence I need in order to work with people in this capacity. & I really, truly want to, because the state things are in now is, frankly, terrifying.
Inflammatory disease, including mental illness, is rampant. The nutrition advice we are given to combat disease is plain wrong. Doctors treat symptoms, not the root of the problem. We are told that things like breast implants are safe. Medications for the mentally ill can be likened to a lobotomy. The animals raised as food are mistreated, crammed together, & fed a diet that’s completely unnatural to them, which makes both them & us sick. It’s time for a change, & that change won’t happen unless people like me spread the word & get the ball rolling on change.
So, I’ve finally found a cause that I’m willing to fight my anxiety for. The only problem was that my husband & I didn’t have the money. On paper it looks like we make enough, but with all our bills & six animals to feed, not to mention my recent surgery, we’re living paycheck to paycheck at the moment. Enter my parents, who generously offered to loan me money for school because they’re awesome like that [they also saved me from having to keep my breast implants, since I couldn’t afford to have them removed & surgery wasn’t covered by insurance].
I want to give my parents back a portion of what they’ve generously given me. I know all parents want to see their children succeed, but mine don’t need to give as much as they do. The NTA is awarding a partial scholarship to five applicants, & I’ve applied. I had to make a short video submission, & I misread the instructions. The video was apparently supposed to be a maximum of two minutes, but I thought it had to be two minutes minimum. Hopefully this won’t be detrimental to me.
My husband works at a school that trains audio engineers, so we had access to a studio to record my video. A coworker of his offered to edit it for me since my husband isn’t familiar with editing video. Here is our masterpiece [admittedly, it was so much more awesome in my head, with Michael Buble singing in the background & me twirling around in the sunshine in a flowy dress, but this will do in lieu of that]:
I’m really excited to get started, but I’m also pretty scared of the change I’ll be making. Sometimes the scariest things are the most rewarding though.