
I mentioned in my post about living in San Francisco that this period was SO significant in my life.
There were great nanny jobs, crazy jobs, great friends, not so great boyfriends, and…there was my therapist!
At some point during some depression, my aunt (a high school guidance counselor) suggested that maybe I should try some sort of therapy. Hmmmm….I had never REALLY thought about doing this before. I think I had a belief that therapy was for the weak…and was that me?
I did think that I needed some help and I thought all of my problems had to do with my weight.
Right!
First BIG ah ha in therapy – your issue is most likely NOT what you think your issue is!
Don’t get me wrong…she didn’t uncover any great family secrets or things that were lurking in the shadows of my mind. BUT she did help me…tremendously in fact! I believe that I actually saw her for the good part of 3 years or so.
Therapy helped me to:
- Love myself even at my less than perfect weight
- Find my way back to God and seek forgiveness for past mistakes I had made (I needed this!)
- Figure out a future path for myself (at that time it included travel to Spain to take a course)
- Navigate my relationships at that time, communicating my feeling more clearly
- Survive a devastating break-up WITHOUT stuffing (eating) my feelings – I actually cried through this one! 😉
- Recognize the benefit of a professional such as this during specific and needed periods of our lives
Yes, therapy was a big deal for me! Leaving my therapist was a bit like a break-up. LOL Of course I was healthy and ready and able to move on from it.


…and the in between! 


My first position was a live-out job and I rented an apartment right near Chinatown! I was 5 minutes walk to here and 5 minutes walk to Union Square and downtown San Francisco. I loved it! It was a great place to be to explore the city for my first year in the Bay Area.
The family I worked for lived in Presidio Heights, just a few blocks from the Presidio itself. I would grab the bus early in the AM to head across town to work. I was a city girl with a cute little apartment above a tunnel.
I stayed with this family until after I graduated from San Francisco State in 1998. At this point, the girls were older and even though they no longer needed my nanny services I continued to live with them while I worked a nanny position in the beautiful and prestigious Sea Cliff area of San Francisco.
I found a live-in nanny job in Pacific Heights very near where I was living previously.
…and walked on glass:





Beautiful Lake Atalan surrounded by volcanoes:
Here is a picture for the city center in 

Or what I like to refer to as the “crazy hair days”! (at least these early days!)

Luther was a great private school in the Midwest. I received some scholarships and got the financial aid package that would allow me to attend this school of choice.
This picture is not a personal pic, but I think it perfectly conveys the idea of friendship. Particularly for women (girls) and the special bonds that we share with other women in our lives.
The prom pictures you see here are of me in 1987! My Junior Prom…
I thought I would take a moment to talk again about body image and how I believe I was feeling about myself as a 16-17 yr old young lady.
