Not my job

So many things I could write about today.  But after about 385 days of writing I really gotta figure out an angle.  Maybe a project.  Something.

But...It's not my job to make myself believe.

I'll just let that there.  Take it for it's worth.  I can't even pretend if I tried. I might elaborate later.  Might not.

I think I'd really like to go get certified in nutritional therapy and be a Primal Health Coach.

I'd probably have to refine my current advice...."stop eating shit".