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You know sometimes you get news that you want to shout to the whole world, other times you get news that you are excited about but want to pick and choose who you tell. This is the latter.A la Echrai, I shall do a crayola good news/bad news rundown.

Good news: I have an interview on Monday.
Bad news: It’s for a part time job.
Good news: It’s for probate, something I think I might be good at and enjoy.
Bad news: I don’t know a whole lot about probate.
Good news: Even though part time, it pays pretty good for a part time job.
Bad news: It’s not the number I had set as a minimum for myself, but then again, I set that for a full time job.

It’s a close location I believe I can drive to no problem. I can look for another job, start another business, or do mediation on the side while getting valuable law firm and practice experience. I’m not sure I’ll even GET the job, which has me the most worried.

I was driving to Out of the Closet again to give them some more donated clothes, and all I could think about was how ashamed of how weak I’ve been during law school and afterwards. I think I unfairly equate weakness with fear. Unfairly to myself, I mean. Nobody can avoid being afraid – I guess I’ve seen too many movies where the hero is unphazed by anything going on and is completely unflappable. Even though I’ve handled myself with composure, something in me wishes I could be just as tough. I don’t like being afraid. I don’t like being nervous. I don’t like having everything be one fight after another.