Did we all want to wake-up with a fairy godmother on New Year’s Day or at least a life coach to help get us through the rollercoaster that can be life? I sure did. Alas, there was no floating grandmother in my room with a wand ready to give me a new ride, a checking account full of cash money and a new dress for the charity ball so what’s a girl to do? Become the coach/fairy godmother/leading lady of her own life. That’s right. Pick myself up by the boot-straps, save the tears for Bridget Jones’ Diary Marathons and get-the-eff-on-with-it.