Let me set the scene

It was Saturday night two weeks ago. I was lying in bed well before midnight since I had decided that seven hours of reading comprehension was enough for any one day, and at that, a Saturday. My mom walked in and handed me the telephone. It was her youngest sister, my chief counsel of large IT firm turned prosecutor aunt. I had not spoken with her in a few months.

She started asking me about how I was doing, how things between my boyfriend and I were, and how the job was going. I told her that I was well, my boyfriend and I had broken up and that the job was a job. We discussed each of these topics a bit more before I started telling her how miserable the LSAT and the idea of law school was making me.

Then, it happened. For the first time in my tween life, an adult, a successful ambitious level headed adult, told me that it is okay to not attend graduate school until I felt good and ready, until I was sure, really really sure. That is basically how this "plan" started to unravel. I consulted two of my committee members and after revealing my thoughts about the entire matter, they conceded that law school was probably not for me.

I have to say, in the past two weeks, I have found myself more and more ridiculously happy. Although its not entirely due to my recent acceptance of the fact that I really have little desire to become an attorney, I am reveling in my happier disposition and new found abundance of free time. In this short time, I have baked a cheesecake, caught three sunsets, visited a museum exhibit, started two new books and watched a live college football game. Not going to law school is great. ;)

Please do not worry about me. I do have a plan. And thankfully, I still have my handful of committee members who are quietly anticipating the perfect moment to unleash their blow torch lighters right underneath my ass.