Pixie Dust

She wore a standard white hospital coat and called my name. As I neared the door, it was only my intuition that caused me to follow. She was two steps ahead and we walked in silence down the hallway and entered the examining room. I was expecting to be instructed to wait for the practitioner, but no. She awkwardly turned and finally introduced herself, “Hello, my name is Sally your nutritionist and your appointment is with me today.” I can assure you...many more awkward moments followed.

Unfortunately, the appointment did not contain much pixie dust. I received the benign advice to eat right and exercise, received another handout with each question...but there wasn't much magic. Ugh. But, it wasn’t just the outcome that left me feeling flat. There was no spadazzle, excitement or even curiosity about who I was or what brought me there today. I knew my family had a history of high cholesterol, but that didn’t seem to matter as she explained I was at the ideal weight for my height within the first five minutes. "Hello, are you even picking up on the fact that I’m in the room, have some feelings or desires I’d like to share?”

Coincidentally, I shared with experience with someone from the group who is exploring her interest in the area of nutrition. She’s been on a quest to get healthy and in the process, has lost quite a bit of weight. (She looks fabulous, by the way!) I couldn’t help but think how different the scenario would have played out with her. Besides having a great presence and sense of humor akin to David Sedaris, she would care...a lot. She’d bring empathy, compassion and passion to this work. And, I'm sure that's exactly what she meant when she said, "I'd want to know how fat they used to be before I'd work with them!"

Regardless of where she lands, there’ll be plenty of pixie dust. So much so, she should probably wear a tutu and carry a wand.