Freedom

In the summer of 2007 I quit my job, dedicated myself exclusively to eating amazing food, drinking too much and throwing a massive party. Why? I was going to law school that is why. I was told by someone at some point that I should take it easy before I head into law school because it was going to be hard and miserable. That someone was right. I look back on that summer as the last time I felt simultaneously free and not guilty. I worked from 10am to 2pm Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and I occasionally worked at Pica's Mexican restaurant. It was great, some times I exercised, sometimes I wandered around, mostly I did nothing. Three years later and one million miles away from my lovely mountains and cold rivers, I am about to embark on that path again.

Well, almost. I am actually excited to work, to have a schedule and no homework, oh and over time. But, I am also excited to sit around and do nothing, or play the guitar, or read a book. I use to lay on the floor of my apartment in Jackson for hours reading books. I also spent hours laying on the couch listening to the classical music station from NPR.

I went to law school because I wanted money and shiny things. I wasn't always that way, but I had become that way. Now, I am glad to say that law school cured me of wanting those things, and taught me to appreciate my life the way it was, the way it is.

I am back.