Transitions can be tricky, I think. Absent mindful attention, opportunities are lost, like belongings swept overboard from a swamped canoe. It's hard not to fret at each day that slips away, and yet at times I manage to find a place of ease in my mind. By the time I hit my stride in this month of no job and not yet studying for the Bar full-time, it will be over.
It's easy to think of myself differently now that I'm no longer a student. But I'd like to sustain that inquiry a while longer-for the rest of my life if I can manage it. No license to cease.
Talking with Abigail while she is in Tanzania is an exercise in patience, as the phone line drops periodically, sometimes in mid-thought. But we manage anyway to talk about things-everyday things and important things. It's very nice to have a person in one's life who will not just say nice things. Well, she does say nice things too, but when the truth is something else, she finds a way to poke me gently with it. The value of that honesty is only increased by the realization that it's not easily done, and this transmutes into a sense of gratitude for having a friend who cares enough to bother.
This does not solve the problem of making this crossing well, but it is infinitely comforting and validating to have another acknowledge the existence and difficulty of the task.
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