Looking back at my posts, I see that I tend to have themes-a nice way to say that I get in a rut sometimes. Forgive me if you can, as I'm about to continue that practice.
My job is ending on Friday, I'm taking my last law school exams this week and next, and it feels a bit like I'm being reborn. Like any newborn, I don't know what to expect of this new world. It's a small dance inside my head-my Bus Orgs exam starts in less than two hours, and my last day at work is four days away. Who am I now?
I find myself gradually moving away from shock and fright to delight and peace. I'm not fatalistic, and I don't believe that everything will always work out for the best, but I don't think I can ward off anything by worrying about it either. The chance to sit in the hammock with a book, walk aimlessly and dance to the tune inside my head for a while-I do not care to waste it by fretting about how I'll pay my bills come August, and whether I'll be able to find challenging, meaningful work.
Tomorrow is tomorrow. Of course, that's today's approach.
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