I had a lovely meeting with one a practicing transactional attorney today. We met for coffee at a cafe in overland park and talked about her work. I blathered on a for awhile about trying to find a path, etc. She was extremely nice about it and deserves a thank you note. I feel like a idiot, I mixed up all my research, asked dumb questions and floundered about.
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The following Ella Fitzgerald lyrics (from the theme to "God is Great (and I'm Not)" sum up my life so far:
Once I was young,
But never was naive.
I thought I had a trick or two
Up my imaginary sleeve.
And now I know I was naive.
Maybe cuteness makes up for naivete?
Natalie Angier (Barnard grad and fellow short person) has some thoughts about the subject.
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Met M. afterwards. Got the grand tour of his office. He really does play with toys all day.
Received the nicest compliment about my writing from a friend:
"You're the greatest writer ever... because you're so funny. I wish I had your gift for under-handed invective, you just say things that are random and surprising and funny. Your lack of a filter is what makes you brilliant. You say things no one else thinks about, or says, so it's interesting. You have a knack for taking things that are mundane and making them hilarious."
It was really important to me to hear that right now. Just re-reading it now makes me kind of gushy. Thank you, friend.