After yet another soul sucking day in the office Hermione finally made it home around 7 p.m. She grabbed her take-away and headed to the kitchen. She got herself a bottle of water and a fork and plopped down at her tiny dinette.

The decision to live again and try to move on was an easy one to make but a difficult one to carry out. She didn't exactly know what to do to move on from her current funk.

What were the steps?

Sadly after a quick check at all of the book stores in Diagon Alley she realized that there was no guide in the wizarding world on how to fix your life. She could venture into the muggle world and check but she knew a lot of that was going to be the hippy dippy just love yourself advice.

That was so not her.

She wasn't about to indulge in a shopping spree to treat herself. She was not going to date. Her own crappy dating adventures had been the start of her slight mental collapse. She also didn't see herself finding a new religion or start creating rage art pieces. All of those had been ideas she found in some waiting room magazines that were a few months out of print.

She also didn't really want to see a psychologist just yet. While she had nothing but the greatest respect for the profession but she didn't know exactly what she would wanted so talking to someone about the raging holes in her life seemed nonsensical. It seemed like she should have some idea of the healing she was looking for before asking someone else for help.

She knew that both Harry and George had found great peace after visiting their mind Healers but she just didn't think she was at a place where that would help yet. They knew what they needed. George needed to find a way to cope with not only the day to day living after the loss of his twin but he needed help to restart his creativity for his business. He knew he didn't want that to fail but he wasn't sure how to get started on something that had always been a team project.

Harry was obvious. He needed help sorting out his feelings about all the death and destruction. He needed to figure out how to function if he wasn't a lightening rod for all things evil and dark in the wizarding world. Harry James Potter tended to take a lot of the responsibility for everyone else's decisions completely on himself. He had a bit of a saving people thing and he wasn't sure how to survive in a world not completely filled with turmoil and strife.

To be honest Hermione was still so grateful that his healer and convinced him not to be an Auror. Hermione thought it was a terrible idea to ask a man still struggling to find himself after being at war for seven years to go out into the world and catch dark wizards. Thankfully his mind healer was of the same opinion. The healer encouraged Harry to continue to do the one thing that made him happier than any other. After she and Harry returned from Australia and attempting to repair her parents memories he decided that his love of flying made him more genuinely happy than anything else and while she returned for an 8th year at Hogwarts, Harry tried out for all the Quidditch teams in England that needed a Seeker. He was offered positions in 8 different clubs. He also was happy to note that he was offered these positions on his own merit because he wore glamour charms to all of the try-out. It was good enough, he told her later, to stump Oliver Wood his old Captain. It was just the boost his confidence needed and it was a career that would heal the hurt from the war.

Harry had received the healing he needed.

What Hermione needed was a life coach or a life person wrecking ball.

She needed a new direction.

So being Hermione Granger she went home and made a list. The whole world could be improved with just a little more organization. She had received a reputation for her color coded study tables and her revising guides at Hogwarts. Why should life be any different? All she needed to do was to sit down and focus.

What did she want to change? What did she need to improve? What? What? What?

Perhaps she would just list the things she felt needed her immediate personal attention and then revise the list as she went along. She would start with small goals and expand her new life plan as she went.

All good lists need a title.

Hermione Granger's Life Change Plan

Seemed a bit grandiose for a title but she needed to go big or go home. If she was being truly honest with herself this whole idea was just a little crazy and the title was stupid but perhaps this would be a great jumping off point. When she was little and her life felt overwhelming her grandmother would always remind her that the only way to eat and elephant was just one bit at a time.

Taking pen to legal pad she came up with a few ideas.

1. Move on in my personal life. Stop letting a past relationships wreck my happiness and make my decisions for me.

Marcus was a giant mistake and she could see that now. Not that he ever really lied to her but she was far more invested in him than he ever was in her. Unequal relationships always hurt just as unequal when they ended. On some level she knew that she wanted more than he was ready for and if she was truly honest with herself she rather thought that he liked that she wanted him as much as she did. He may or may not have personally strung her along but she thought he knew that it was unbalanced before she did.

2. Change careers or in some way change my job prospects. I seriously hate my job and most of the people I work with.

Well that was easier said than done. After all bills like to be paid and landlords also like employed tenants. She would have to put some thought into how to handle this one. On one hand the very idea of leaving her job filled her with joy and a type of giddiness only seen in teenage girls at boy band concerts on the other hand how in the world she would ever have time to interview during the week when she worked 12 to 14 hour days would be a problem.

3. Spend more time with friends that I know I can count on. Develop deeper relationships with the people I know who love me unconditionally.

She missed Harry. He traveled a lot for work and she understood that but lately she spent more time with his partner than him. She missed doing girls nights with Luna, Susan, Hannah, and Ginny too. She missed being involved with the people who loved her even when she was a bushy haired controlling mess. Right now she was the same kind of mess she was third year and she needed her friends.

4. Improve relationships with remaining family members. If everyone thinks my parents are dead there is really no reason to keep myself away. I can pass off my time apart as grieving.

She really missed her cousin and Rachel had been back in England for a few weeks and planned on staying. She would have to reach out to her. She should probably check in with her Great Aunts too. They were wild and crazy and would always been fun to spend time with. She had been avoiding them because physically they looked so much like her mother and pushing them away for making her nostalgic was wrong on her part.

6. Improve my health through less wine, more healthy food, and some kind of exercise.

There is no reason to become a lush over a man and there is also no reason for a woman who can sort of cook to eat take-away five nights a week. Hell, she could make potions and she could follow directions. Cooking should be a breeze she just needed to add some actual food items to her grocery list. Cereal, milk, and loo roll only got you so far in life. Also there is probably some kind of exercise that doesn't make you disgustingly sweaty. She had always heard good things about yoga from the Patil twins. I mean neither of them looked like they wanted to break any kind of sweat. Whatever exercise she did would NOT BE RUNNING. There was something wrong with people who ran for fun. You run if there are Death Eaters. You run if there is a bear or something. Not for fun!

Sitting back and looking at her starter list she realized it was not really much of a plan but those were the things that were in the front of her mind so those were probably the most pressing of her issues.

She left enough room at the bottom of the list for several more items for her plan. The worst part about feeling so disjointed right now in everything was that she couldn't make an accurate list or a plan. Not knowing something was a sure fire way to drive Hermione on a long walk off a short cliff so she needed to find some place to start. She needed goals that she could meet honestly. She needed this!

She really loved lists and plans.