A couple weeks ago was the three-year anniversary of this here blog.
Realizing this set me thinking about what I was doing three years ago, just starting law school.
I went to law school because a) I was bored, b) I wanted a three-year break from working, c) I had hit the glass ceiling of the financial services industry, and d) I thought I might meet a nice boy there.
Three years later, a) I am certainly not bored, just anxious to do well, b) I miss Fridays off, why aren’t all jobs on a four-day work week, TELL ME PEOPLE? doesn’t four days seem more reasonable? c) yeah, I make a lot more, but I OWE MY LIFE to Sallie Mae, and d) I met the most wonderful man ever, but he lives in a different city.
But you know what? I am still OK with it all. You know why?
Because my mother tells me it’s OK.
My mother has told me since I was 6, outlining my strategy for ascending to the presidency (pretty sure it involved cookies for all), that life doesn’t turn out exactly like you were thinking, but it turns out OK. And she didn’t tell me to discourage me from my path of being becoming the first female POTUS; hells, no, she is ready for any non-white, non-male to lead us into something better (I believe she last told me that if we could just a black lesbian in the office, all would be right with the world).
No, she told me that because it’s true, and because if you plan too much, you miss things.
More recently, she told me not to act like my life is on pause. With The Boy in a different city, life sometimes feels unreal here, like I’m just going through the motions, waiting for something to happen that reunites us, somewhere.
But whatever, you can’t live that way.
So last week I decided to re-engage. Not with the world, that’s next week when I finally start calling people (baby steps), but with my home and my health.
For the home:
Dude, I cleaned EVERYTHING. And cleaned OUT everything.
This is my Goodwill pile:
I know what you are thinking: “Jen, wasn’t one Goodwill debacle enough?”
But I’m totally over the loss of all my black shoes. You know why? Because it was an excuse to buy these!
(I paid only $49 for them at Shoe Pavilion, snap!)
Besides, I finally have room for all my clothes to fit on hangers, I’ve got my purses down to the bare essentials:
Do you see all that lovely space, enabling me to actually FIND something to wear in under 5 minutes in the morning?
I am so excited!
For my health:
I started knitting and running again, both of which help relax me after work. And I have astonished my friends and family by purchasing, and eating!, fruits and salad.
The latter part might be because as part of this whole getting rid of non-working clothing, cosmetics, etc., I also decided to get rid of my analog scale and replace it with a digital one. And, well, I’d always suspected that my analog scale broke the news gently to me. Alas. My suspicions were confirmed when my weight suddenly jumped up five pounds. Part of me was like, “Oh, the horror.” But the rest of me shrugged a whatevs. I’ve been marginally contented with my weight for the past few years, and that it’s heavier than I thought doesn’t change the way I look.
Nonetheless, pass the salad! And the fruit.
They’re good for you.
Just like your momma always told you.