Four easy pieces
I. I'm up later than I've been in over a week, probably bc I drank 12 oz of iced tea, a shock to my (comparatively) caffeine-free bod. Bar prep, which hasn't "really" started because the first week never counts, is driving me mad. I hate it. I'm not cut out for this bs ... and I now want to be a law professor or a yoga teacher. Neither requires that bar card.
II. Yoga is my new obsession. It's one of the few things I enjoy in these dark, dark days.
III. I woke up this AM by suddenly scratching myself in the face. A little cut remains, evidence of my own spasticity. I'm looking for my nailclippers to punish the offending nail (and bc my toenails are beginning to look like dragon claws) but I CAN'T FIND THE DAMN THING.
IV. Challenges, including the bar and beyond, lie ahead. I don't know whether to pray, cry, onward-ho! or what.
II. Yoga is my new obsession. It's one of the few things I enjoy in these dark, dark days.
III. I woke up this AM by suddenly scratching myself in the face. A little cut remains, evidence of my own spasticity. I'm looking for my nailclippers to punish the offending nail (and bc my toenails are beginning to look like dragon claws) but I CAN'T FIND THE DAMN THING.
IV. Challenges, including the bar and beyond, lie ahead. I don't know whether to pray, cry, onward-ho! or what.