"I see you working in nutrition, fitness, health & wellness. Something along those lines," a psychic told me at the Russian Tea Room in Edmonton on my nineteenth birthday. I nodded agreeably, but my head flooded with skepticism as I thought about the fact that I'd never stepped foot in a gym and I ate McDonald's three times that week already.
Turning Perils into Purpose & Mourning into Meaning
Tuesday, 1 November 2016
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fitness,
happiness,
health,
heartbreak,
love,
mental health,
nature,
nurture,
nutrition,
well-being,
wellness
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