I’ve been threatened with great bodily harm unless I update. Please forgive my month long absence.
You see, this has been the quarter from hell. I’m taking 16 hours worth of classes, 11 of those hours are mind-numbing. No offense to the instructors of Tax, Trusts and Estates and Business Organization, but reading statutes is about as enjoyable as reading the phone book. Some people love this stuff and I’m very happy for them. I prefer my fuzzywuzzy policy driven classes like family law. Man, I love standards that have no inherent meaning like “best interests of the child.”
In any case, it’s been a fairly joyless and soul-sucking quarter. On top of a class schedule that is brutal, there have been other unwelcomed stressors. Sometimes life gives you lemons. One would think you could turn them into lemonade, but sometimes you have no water or sugar and the lemons are rotten, so you really just have rotten lemons. But so it goes.
It’s during times like this that I spend time doing quiet introspection. That kind of stuff is not blogworthy because all personal difficulties translate poorly online – they sound whiny and trivial. It’s better to keep it to yourself.
With that said, all difficult times, all those times that kick your ass, are good lessons for the future. I’m trying this new thing where I just accept the crappy time as crappy instead of lamenting the current situation in hope of what could be without law school – an alternate universe where I get to lounge in fields of wildflowers, surrounded by stacks of cash, steaks and Swedish masseuses.
I suppose it’s a sort of complacency. There’s no point in being permanently bent out of shape over bad news that has come and gone. Circumstances always change, and in my experience, given a few months, less fortunate times always yield to pleasant events if I just let things progress as they will. That sounds pretty fatalistic and I’m not advocating inactivity, just acceptance so that the march forward isn’t made even more torturous by angsty thoughts. Let’s call it passive optimism.
And now I descend from my Tony Robbins, feel-good, self-help soapbox and return to toil. Damn I love corporate formation!
