There is a writing competition to get on our law school’s journal. Just before my last final, I was talking to a friend of mine. I told him that I really dreaded the idea of not only the writing competition but also being on a journal. But everyone tells you how important it is and how you “should” do it.
My friend is one of my favorite people, and I think he is going to be a great attorney. But he is a play by the rules kind of a guy. So I was a little surprised at how this comment elicited a tirade about how tired he was of hearing what you should do, what you should take, and having to apologize for not getting into Harvard.
I nodded my head and took my Contracts final.
After the final, I went down the hall to where they were passing out the material for the writing competition.The pretty girl handed me a thick packet and wished me luck. I took one look at that packet, thought about what my friend had just said and decided, no journal. I didn’t have it in me.
So not only have I not been joining my classmates in Blue booking and researching this last week, I also haven’t been blogging. For a minute, it felt a little too much like work to blog, and I’m boycotting work right now.
I’ve started running again. It occurred to me that if I did not do something about my weight I was going to graduate from law school and promptly die of a heart attack.
And today I went to Home Depot and bought a bunch of flowers and herbs for my back porch. Lil’ guy and I spent the afternoon digging in the dirt.