brought low

Some lessons are more painful, more costly than others. This week I learned yet another costly lesson in humility. I fear it has cost me too much-so why was it so hard to learn, I wonder? This law school journey has uncounted, surprising implications in my life. I'd read of such impact in the lives of others who undertook law school. But they were mostly 25, and full time students. Not yet fully formed, susceptible to all manner of suggestion and pressure. Well. It turns out that at 52, some of the same things can happen. And I am not so very proud of how I've handled it. I owe my class in general, and some people specifically, an apology. Unfortunately, I do not think I'll get that soul cleansing opportunity. Rather, I will have to dig my way out, day by day. I don't like who I have become this year.