Work is Overrated


A year ago yesterday I was laid off. earlier that day I had hung a plaque in my office; it said “The best is yet to come.” This was the second January in a row that my position was eliminated at the same company. I immediately took a “job” at a “startup” until they decided to screw me over and not pay me. It became clear to me that the universe was sending me a message – leave corporate America. For sure I needed to leave commercial real estate. But what would I do…I had been on this ladder for so long, I didn’t know how to get down.

Unemployment was new for me. Everyone who knows me knows that I was all but defined by my career. I lived to work. I lived FOR work. Even still, I decided I would really take some time to figure out what made me happy. I had zero clue what that was.

I knew I liked dogs. I had been fostering with Last Hope K9 since November 2014. Being unemployed allowed me to take dogs that had separation issues, or needed more attention or training. You might say that i turned all my energy into dogs, and you’d be right. Pretty much hid from figuring myself out. I mean, I helped 17 dogs find forever homes and made great friends, but I didn’t help myself at all.

I wanted to start Jerky Queen again. The only problem was that I (thought I) needed to be in a USDA certified location and when I started it the first time around, my day job funded it. Unemployment didn’t even pay my bills. I had people who wanted to invest, but they wanted too much. So that went to the back burner.

Speaking of which, i was brooooke by Fall. I needed to start figuring something out. I had been actively searching for work but the same issue came up…I needed the big paycheck to afford Boston, but I didn’t want the fancy, corporate job that came with it. I was totally willing to start over or from the bottom, but I couldn’t afford my lifestyle.

My bestie makes and sells soap. Really great soap that you can buy, btw. In an effort to get up to VT to visit her, and to also just help out, I was going to work the Apples & Crafts Fair with her. Columbus Day Weekend in Woodstock, VT…sign me up! Even though leaves hadn’t peaked yet, it was so beautiful! I fell in love with Vermont all over again. It was then that I decided I was going to make VT my home…I put the order out to the universe. I’d later learn that you need to be very specific with those orders! I forgot to say that was my 3-year plan. I added VT into my search criteria so I could see what kind of jobs were out there. By November my research would find a part-time job opportunity, and a shot-in-the-dark post to the list-serv would find me a place to rent and I moved……basically on a whim.

My year of unemployment is over. It looks like that part-time possibility was meant to be and I have another part-time job so I can catch up on bills. I am in the most charming town on the planet! Looks like that plaque was quite the omen after all.

It’s Rocktober, and Cold Season Begins

Okay, truth is I hate when people say “Rocktober.” BUT, I woke up feeling great, and found out I am only 15 lbs away from my goal weight. I’m energized!

I have been fighting a cold for the last couple days. I brought it on myself. See, I have basically bragged that since I gave up gluten, I have not been sick (minus pneumonia last year from an asthma attack). And after being sick for basically 5 years straight (before I gave it up) it was a huge accomplishment. For the last couple weeks, I haven’t gone grocery shopping and since my last stop was Costco, I have been lazy and sustained on cheese and crackers and coffee. I was in a funk, didn’t feel like cooking, etc. I basically didn’t have a single vitamin for 2 weeks.

If you think what you eat doesn’t really affect your immune system, you’d be wrong. I am sad that my accidental experiment reconfirmed it for me. So for the last 3 days this is what I have had: homemade, water, organic chicken bone broth, Organic Throat Coat tea with Manuka honey, Sudafed, eucalyptus essential oil on my feet at night…and still coffee, but with raw honey. Last night I made a hot toddy before bed, which – in my opinion – brought me over the hump. I feel like about $800,000, so almost there.

I don’t really follow recipes, but this is what I put in this time:

Aimee’s Hot Toddy

3 oz. Maker’s Mark bourbon
1 Tbs local, raw honey
2 Tbs organic lemon juice
5 cloves
a few pieces of cinnamon bark

Bring to an almost simmer in a pan then get in your favorite mug to enjoy.

So, take it from me – be proactive during this season of germs. Eat well. Feed your body with nutrients. Your grandma wasn’t wrong, one of the best things you can have is bone broth. And since we live in a world of pesticides, GMO and cost cutting, it really must be organic and pastured to have maximum nutrition.

I am going grocery shopping today.


I had this experience recently, where I was screwed over by my “employer.” I use quotes because we are in a dispute over a large sum of money they owe me per my employment terms. Those who know me know I am very trusting – I give the benefit of the doubt and expect people to operate as I do, with integrity and honesty. And while I am pursuing a resolution, I guess I am looking beyond this experience and what it means for my life…I am looking at it as yet another sign that I am meant to be doing something else…and I know what that calling is.

I have made the decision to actually pursue a career that feeds my passion for health. Health and wellness is what I will focus on – specifically instruction and coaching. Fitness has always been a part of my life, but I was never able to fully integrate it in my life to the degree that made me happy while in a full-time career in an industry for which I had lost my passion.

Even though this decision will drastically change my lifestyle, I have been on this journey for a reason. I have never been happier in my life. It feels good, and I sure earned that.

seriously…it can be that good