I have been told by my husband that I like to fill my free time with events. He is right. I impulsively schedule meet-ups and play dates when I have any shred of energy or desire to do so. I enjoy it, but I rarely take time to recharge with my unscheduled time.
I have learned the last 15 months that I have to dial down the intensity of my enthusiasm. January 2012 is when the pain from my back kicked in. For most of my life I have dealt with back pain, but I know it's not just the physical structure of my spine that creates problems; I add my own level of trauma by wanting to go go go.
I didn't dial down the intensity until after graduation. If I had, I would have graduated late. Truth be told, taking the bar exam 2 months after a spinal decompression may not be turning it down either. I felt like I did; I put myself and family before studying but I probably put myself second.
March 20th is the first day of spring. I live in Iowa and its been an abnormally cold and snowy March - it is a conversation topic everyone is talking or lamenting about lately. For me, March 20th feels like yesterday and the day before - another day I am trapped under a raincloud in the middle of a sunny day. It has been 3 weeks since the bar exam ended. And 46 days until the results. I feel like my head is going to explode.
I only blogged once during my study session for the February exam. I had a lot to say, but I didn’t take time to write it down, albeit the one time in January I did blog. There was too much pressure to do well on the exam to make time to do something for pleasure. The bar exam is a high stakes exam. That phrase feels inferior to what it represents - lawyers sacrificing everything they have to get licensed to practice in a lethargic and anorexic legal field. It truly represents the definition of insanity.
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After the cuteness of your child’s independence wears off, “I don’t want to” is a phrase every parent could live without. It’s time to get dressed – “I don’t want to.” It’s time to finish dinner – “I don’t want to.” It’s time for your popsicle – “I don’t want to.” The last one seems odd, but strangely enough, my 3-year old son refuses to enjoy certain things for the pure sake of exercising his free will.
Free will. Freedom. Liberty. In the broad strokes of life, we take it for granted. Yet in day-to-day living we exercise it every time we can. As a parent, I want my child to be independent, speak for himself and make his own decisions. At his age, encouraging his independence takes me to the edge of sanity on a regular basis. But I still try to limit my parental authority (mandate) to circumstances where his safety is of concern, when I sense he impliedly needs boundaries or it is essential for proper development.
Establishing boundaries is unpleasant. Last night, like most nights, bedtime was a struggle of wills.
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2012 has, without question, had its challenges. I covered a lot of it in my post "Worst Christmas letter ever." One constant in the roller coaster ride of this year is the unwavering support of friends and family. And it needs to be said separately-the sacrifices my husband of 7.5 years made time and again to make sure I got to where I am today; he is nothing short of amazing.
This weekend was a family wedding; the second this year. Weddings are great as a married couple because the homily is a nice continuing education credit on marriage. Also, the vows are a reminder of the promise we made to each other. One thing is for sure-I called in the vows this year. More than any other year of our marriage. And strangely they all probably need to be called in when a spouse is sick. A spouse's illness, in my opinion, takes the biggest toll on a marriage.
For better or worse.
For richer or poor.
In sickness or in health.
Worse. Poor. Sick. But still going strong. And making us even stronger. Love you dear!
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Six months after my last final exam and I feel as if I am on the brink of recovering from law school. Three years of law school equalled a slow decomposition of my confidence, self-esteem, physical fitness, appearance and my ability to always get sh** done. Parenting had something to do with this too; the lack of time available to devote to the aforementioned was a contributing factor.
The hardest thing to recover from was the blow that law school gives to your confidence. This applies to everyone. There isn’t enough spots for even the best students to get everything they set their mind to. There is only one top spot in the class, only one law review editor, only one or two moot court teams. Those were not of my concern, but it helped to know that every student is on somewhat of a level playing field. Perhaps different leagues, but the same field. See my post "Disappointment is a part of law school."