I woke up with the taste of blood in my mouth.  I'd been chewing my cheeks again, a sure sign that my stress had infiltrated my dreamscape.  Three college degrees and no job.  A nursery with rocking chair and a barren womb.  AAAHHH.  Alright. After two days spent watching hulu episodes in bed, I'm taking charge.  Nobody will know about this blog: friends, husband, and half of my subconscious. 
The Plan:   Run a marathon
                      Publish
                           Start a business
                                 Save lives
                                       Decide if I Reallllllyyyyy want to go to med school