The Rest of the Dream

For ten years I've been self-critical for not being able to pass the bar. There was always a reason, some excuse why I couldn't focus for the two-three months necessary to prepare for this horrific exam. Once I had just lost my job. Another time Scott/TJ had just been sent home from the Merchant Marine Academy to learn how to study; he was living with me and Tyler was home from Interlochen preparing for a year in Germany. Another time I had just gotten married (#3). Another time I was working full-time and trying to study at night. And so on. And so forth. The last time I was scheduled to take the bar, D.C. that time, John was diagnosed with cancer and the rest of that life is history.

So part of my new dream is being able to study for the Ohio bar, learning how to write an essay exam properly, passing, and then having a small practice — a couple of wills and trust documents and contracts a week — and doing pro bono work for the less fortunate.

It's my dream. I can make it as complex or unrealistic as I want, huh?!