Beastmomma

I am having a hard time shaking the funk.

Yes, I know that other people have contended with worse and done better.  As my dad said to me a long time ago, "If I am not allowed to cry at [your] bad health, then you cannot cry over your grades." That philosophy should extend to standardized tests.  Although, I feel like that version of my dad has disappeared because when I told him about the test score he said that he did not understand what happened nor did he know what to do.  We then got interrupted by call waiting and I tried to phone him again, but he did not return any of my phone calls.  My mom is consumed with preparing for her boards. 

Still. I am stuck.

What am I going to do?

The possibilities are lurking just beneath the surface; however, my vision is making them hard to see and all I see are smudges.

I liked it better when I did not know how round two with the LSAT would turn out.

My friend Reshma needs to purchase some Indian clothes for a wedding she is attending in a few weeks.  The shops for those goods is pretty limited here in the triangle. She is going to trek to Atlanta where not only are there more Indian shops, but she is also has two aunts.  The drive can be long, especially if you are going alone.

I also have connections in Atlanta and decided to accompany her, after I was asked of course.  I am packed and ready to leave soon.  I am going to make calls to try to get together with people from the road. If you don't hear from me, please call my cell phone. 

As strange as it is to have a history with a city. Here is why I am hoping for some healing in Atlanta: It was the first place I lived on my own after I graduated from college.  It was also the first city where I had my first job after getting my Master's Degree.  I met and fell in love there.  I figured out that I wanted to go into Public Health there. I tried acting there. 

Here's hoping that it can give me some guidance again or at least make me stop crying.