current state of mind: calm
Don’t cry when I die
When it’s my time I probably won’t die
I’ll just lie down and close my eyes
And think about stuff
~ ‘You Can Finally Meet My Mom’ by Train
I am a doodler. When I was young, I would draw boxes. Tons and tons of boxes. Some were 3-dimensional. Some were stacked on one another, creating elaborate houses that resembled stacks of cargo crates. In my 20s I transitioned to stars. All kinds of stars, mind you. 5 pointed, 6 pointed, sometimes even stars that would make Christmas Star designers envious. The mindless habit of doodling keeps my head clear to pay attention to what is being said during a meeting. Really! Lately, my doodle of choice is a flower. I can draw dozens by the end of a meeting. Sometimes I even add stems and leaves – though the real focus is always placed on the petals and the perfect circle in the center. I don’t draw artistic flowers. I draw the type of flower that we learned to draw in 2nd grade art class. Draw the petals, and then add the center circle to pull it all together. Nothing realistic about these flowers. They are cartoonish at best. Still, I like them. And I will continue to draw them until I decide to draw something else. That is the way of things.
Wednesday means that Employment Law is going to happen at 6pm. This week’s Employment Law class has one redeeming quality – I will find out how I did on my exam last week. While I do not think I did well, I am looking forward to knowing how this instructor grades so that my Final Exam will go much smoother. And next week is my second Torts exam. I am actually looking forward to that one, as I believe that I will do much better this time around. I just have to remember “Prima Facie” elements and to make the fact pattern meet the elements instead of making the elements meet the fact pattern. *fingers crossed*
I have a lot to accomplish this week, this month, this quarter, this year, this decade, this score, this lifetime. I am going to take a deep breath and dive in head first . . . that’s all a girl can do!
PUBLIC NOTE: Happy birthday, Bestie! SWU!
PERSONAL NOTE: The compromise of henna dye is a small one compared to the fight that would ensure otherwise. Love you, girlfriend!
CONFIDENTIAL NOTE: Last thought at night. First thought in the morning. Brilliant!