Monday Breakage

This morning, I asked my husband about an issue I have been dealing with for a case. He did not agree with my way forward, telling me that I had to pivot. A crack appeared in my conscious mind, and drips of defensiveness started coming. It was a short exchange, but I ended in tears while also acknowledging his point. I would like to think I have little pride, but I have a lot of shame and insecurity. So, it was me admitting my misstep, then fully panicking at how to hit reverse on weekend strategies I had backed myself into.

It's been three hours. I did a bit of housekeeping and gardening, and the broken pieces are nearly picked up, ready to be joined. I have been listening to a bit of news and some knowledge pieces to get my brain to where it needs to arrive at so I can do some meaningful work. This is just brief documentation.

Things Begin

 It's time to be brave. Or foolhardy. They look alike. Let's tell ourself that it's the right one we're going for. 

The First Few

 It has been a little over 2 weeks since I had been formally admitted to the Bar. I had my moment of tears during the oath-taking and roll signing. It was refreshing, since most people in the convention hall had gone through a similar milestone. The parents, family, and friends were all given a separate room. This achieved an effect that all the people in the room we were in understood how much hard work had to be done to get to where we were.