I've been buried in mounds of papers, flashcards, outlines, books, and drudgery that is bar review reality. I haven't been out and about in weeks. It's just as well since the weather is mostly unwelcoming, plus I've been ill with some throat-related infection. Nevertheless, I'm surprised to admit it, but bar prep is NOT as bad as I expected. Maybe because for the first time since my first year of law school I feel like we are all in this together, regardless of our job status, background, niceness, or anything else happening in our lives. It's a lot of work, it's boring, it's tedious, at times frustrating, and nothing that I would like to repeat any time soon, or ever for that matter... but it's not HORRIBLE. As of yet, I have yet to actually cry over anything bar related, so either I've grown tougher over the years, or, this really is just mind-numbing but relatively painless stuff that has to be done. Having said that, I can't wait till it's over and am looking forward to having my life back. My time is not my own and if I do something remotely fun over the weekends, I feel guilty about it.
My afternoons are filled with bar preparations. I go to the lectures for a few hours, then I go to the gym (or at least I used to before I got really sick and have been trying to recover ever since), then eat something, and hit the books until dinner break. And then a few more hours of studying, then chilling on Facebook and/or chatting with whoever is online until it's time for bed. I also manage to get some recreational reading done on the subway on the way to class and back. Every day is kind of the same, but as everyone I know keeps telling me, it's a marathon, not a sprint. So I guess, it's good to have a routine to stick to, and also not to run out of breath too early on. In any case, I'm slowly but steadily making my way through the material, and I'm sure at some point it will all come together.
I've done a couple of restful things in between, like taking a day off in the city with friends when the weather allowed it (once), and celebrating people's birthdays occasionally (life doesn't stop just because I have a bar coming up), but for the most part, nothing really exciting has been happening in my life. I'm really committed to this thing and am trying my best to stay in the bar review state of mind. Occasionally, the material gets especially tedious, and then it's hard not to daydream, but I figure that as long as I force myself to stick to a routine in form if not substance, I'll manage my way through the distractions and get back on track. Which I inevitably do. I'm kind of getting used to the fact that I'm constantly playing catch up and that most of my most aggressive and productive work will be accomplished in the last two weeks before the exam, just as everyone has been telling me.
In the meantime, I've been so busy with this stuff, that I haven't really had time to engage in too much whining and self-abuse. In other words, even My Inner Programmer has been lulled to boredom by the routine of my bar preparation and hasn't been causing any trouble. However, I've also noticed that another internal "voice", which I've had for many years, but which has been relatively quiet, has been in fact growing stronger. Strong enough that whenever MIP even dares to stir inside my frazzled mind, out it comes, sarcastic but reasonable as always, my protector and defender, my... Inner Lawyer! That's right, as I've been coming closer and closer to becoming somebody's or everybody's Outer Lawyer, my inner attorney, nice, soft, and fuzzy, has been gaining strength as well, and becoming my inner, um, firewall, against the annoying bearded geek with a laptop who's been harassing me for years and making my life miserable. The thing about the Inner Lawyer is he's actually NOT the only one of my official imaginary cheerleader team. I only get his help in certain situation.
You see, the Lawyer is actually a composite of various Voices of Reason in my life, mostly a few of my good friends, and therefore, while his voice is distinct from each of them because it's a composite, it also rings an oddly familiar bell so I only hear from him in the situations where I would otherwise seek my friends' advice. The Lawyer is a problem solver, so he doesn't do the sentimental emotional stuff except to tell me to calm down and to put things in perspective (again, rationally). He's supportive, calm, and pleasant but he's not one to turn for gossip or a hug.
If I need comfort, I then "connect" to my Inner Grandparents (who've actually all passed away, and are thus hopefully floating somewhere out there as spirits, and not just in my head), and listen to their words of wisdom, advice, or at least what they probably would have said to me had they actually been hear to listen to my tale of woe. I wouldn't run whining or sobbing to the above-mentioned friends. I would come to them either for specific advice to a specific problem, general ruminations on an ethical situation, or input about a complication that needs resolution, or maybe to perform a postmortem on some event or situation which, for better or for worse, has already transpired. Occasionally, I may hear a comforting word from them, but being tissues/pillows/psychotherapists is not their function. Their help is that of the logical, life-affirming, realistic kind that actually gets me somewhere in terms of direct action.
In any case, my Inner Lawyer is the exact opposite of the scruffy, wild-eyed, jittery-fingered Inner Programmer. The Lawyer is sleek, collected, thoughtful, and assertive, and comes with a legal pad rather than a laptop (yes, I know, almost everyone has a laptop in REAL life, but this is ME we are talking about. I don't have a laptop, and neither does my Inner Lawyer, obviously! Bear with me!) The best thing about My Inner Lawyer, however, is that he's always, ALWAYS on my side. Even when he criticizes me, I know that he won't just dump me there, that he's trying to help, and that most likely his advice is good, reliable, and RIGHT. You might wonder, by the way, why are all those inner geeks and professionals males, when I myself am decidedly NOT.
Well, the reality is, um, er, actually I have no good explanation for that, except having a catfight inside my head would be very unhelpful at any point, and most especially now, but I always did like me a good duel. :D That's about the only explanation I can muster. But don't worry, My Inner Lawyer does have a female assistant who actually sounds very much like me, and usually comes out when I'm not in the mood for the Lawyer's tough, no-nonsense attitude, but when I don't feel like sharing with my grandparents either. She's reasonable but gentle and she knows the way to coax me into doing the right thing in the situation. She knows that I really like to be coaxed. And the guy, well, he has no patience for any of that and just tells it like it is. Which is refreshing and helpful, but doesn't always work, or at least not when I'm in the mood to be coaxed. :D We all make a good legal team. By the way, if you think I'm totally nuts, well, it'll be a bit hard to dissuade you but...
1) None of those people actually ever appear to me in any physical sense, and I know they are completely made-up representations of my inner world.
2) They don't tell me to go and kill whoever I'm angry at. Even MIP is not murderous, just annoying. As for the legal helpers, they only tell me to do GOOD things, just like my friends would, so it's all safe.
3) Um, guys... whatever works. We ALL have inner voices running through our minds, I just happen to be a particularly creative and visual person and like to make up stories about them. That's why I have a blog. SO... relax. No need for straitjackets just yet. Let's wait till after the bar! :D
In any case, I feel much more in control of myself than ever before, or at least in a long time, and it's all good. Now I just had to get through all this and the sun will come out again on this blog!
Tired but determined,
Irina (Nissan)
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Nissan
Five years.
It's been exactly five years since I've started this blog. So much has happened in my life and in mind since then that if I were to try to summarize it right now, I would not be able to do it justice... so I'll save the overview for a more appropriate occasion.
I've been away for over a month. I was very busy, having to deal with finals, graduations, birthdays, namings, various illnesses, and everything in between... But I've also been going through a period of inner turmoil that had to do with several sudden realizations and the inevitable growth pangs as I'm getting ready to start yet another stage in my life.
Right now, I'm studying for the Bars, which I'm set to take at the end of July. It is a very busy, stressful, and somewhat overwhelming time in my life, and that is the only focus of my existence for the time being, until it is all over. I'm sure I'll be just fine. After all, despite my fears and repeated nightmares, I did manage to graduate with no problems... and I actually have a study plan... and really, Bar prep is not nearly as numerous (current) attorneys have led me to believe. It's a lot of drudgery and information overload, but most of the stuff I've already seen in law school, and it's more about discipline and organization than any rocket science skills.
That's the story.
So what's been happening while I was away?
Well, after I wrote my last entry, I decided to pay tribute to my New Year's Resolution, which was to adopt a less whiny and more joyous attitude to life, and celebrated my 24th birthday with my friends and family that weekend. The family part of the celebration took place at home, as usual. For the other day, we had a delicious dinner at THOR, and after some adjustment in the cast of characters, went dancing to the Bulgarian club Mehanata, which featured assorted Eastern European music and lots of bright shiny lights. Things did not go as expected, actually, and believe me, that was for the best... I forgot all about my previous second thoughts on dancing in public and had the time of my life... and really, everything was so wonderful that trying to sum it up in words will just take away from the awesomeness of the experience.
Only a couple of weeks later, another very important occasion followed. I finally chose a Hebrew name, and it was made official at the Shabbat morning services at the Manhattan Jewish Experience on May 9. I was not alone, but shared this wonderful moment with three other people, two of whom were very good friends. (Yes, one of them was Red Tulips!) I had initially revealed my name during my birthday celebration, but it was quite an awe-inspiring moment for me to stand there and receive my new name properly. Ah, but I haven't told you what the new name is... My Hebrew name is Nissan bat Shlomo. I chose the name after the month I was born (I was born on the 29th of Nissan). And while for many people that name holds no associations other than the name of the Japanese car, for me it is laden with layers of meaning, as I spent many months researching the name. It was actually the very first name suggested to me, but I dismissed it initially, since it seemed to be a singularly male name, and besides I wanted to do more research and be sure that the name would be the perfect name.
However, as time went on I began to despair, because nothing, absolutely nothing seemed to fit. The matriarchs did not really seem to apply. Other women of the Bible seemed to possess certain qualities that I wanted my new name to reflect, but nothing seemed to resonate with the very essence of my personality. I asked people on FB and my blog readers to give me suggestions, and after gathering a good sample of beautiful Hebrew names, I gave up and decided to give the matter a rest. But indeed there came the right time, as people have warned me there would, and the name came to me after a meandering search which started with someone's suggestion and took me in all sorts of unexpected directions, finding a surprising link to my actual given name, Irina, and in general informing on the very fascinating and complex circumstances of my birth according to the Jewish calendar. At some point, I will devote a post explaining exactly how I came upon my name and what it means specifically, but let's just say that when the right time I recognized it immediately with the kind of shock that one only gets when one comes across What Is Meant To Be... and that is how I knew that the name belonged to me, and I belonged to that name. There is yet another post awaiting you on how I feel about Destiny and What Is Meant To Be, and all these things (since my views on that issue have shifted over the years), but again, that will have to wait for another post.
The fact that I finally found my new name brought me much joy because it strengthened my ties to the Jewish community and made me feel much more part of the community rather than someone merely observing from the outside. I no longer felt like an impostor faking my way through the rituals. There is something about assigning myself a meaningful name that gave me my own place. It is a choice that I made consciously and for very specific reasons, those of teshuva, and not just an accident of circumstances or a mere whim. I admit some of my initial contacts with the observant community were based on mixed motives, some of them genuine, and others, well, somewhat dubious, but for the first time I was actually actively CHOOSING something and declaring myself as a particular person and a particular Jew in front of the entire Jewish community, everyone who knew me, the whole world, even G-d. It was my point of no return. I don't know where life will take me from here, but there's no going back to where I was a few years ago. I'm in a new place now. And I stated that.
I also felt that in a way, I was finally paying the tribute to my grandparents, the kind of tribute they deserved - seeing their granddaughter grow up to be openly, actively, unapologetically, and unequivocally Jewish, and choosing to return to her roots and traditions, on her own and for her own sake, without any prompting or pressure from anyone. This was my way of doing what they themselves could not do. My grandparents all had been given Jewish names at birth but could not use them openly, at least outside of the family circle due to the extreme circumstances in the places they have lived. (The Ukraine, Russia, and Vilna, later Vilnius/The Soviet Union). And I had promised to my grandmother at her funeral that I would become the kind of matriarch, the kind of rock, and role model to my future family that she was... For a long time, I was not ready, until I started to feel that the time was coming to start actualizing that promise... and I knew that the only way I could do it would be by embracing the traditions of the family, of going back to what initially made the family so strong, its Jewish identity that somehow made it, albeit in a somewhat masked form, through the generations of conflict, persecution, hiding, and dispersal. So when I was standing there in front of the Rabbi and the chazzan who were reading the blessings in Hebrew and English, the traditional blessings normally given when the Torah is taken out to mark the naming of a Jewish baby girl, I knew that this was so important for me because I was not just doing this for myself but for my ancestors and for the generations that will follow from me. I was making myself into a strong link in the generations of Jewish history. It was joyful for me. I knew that my name was very different from what most people would have chosen, but I've always walked a slightly separate path and done things my way. Yet I was there, perhaps and oddball, but very much THERE, with the rest of my nation, sharing its fate.
And when I went to the seemingly unending tedium that was my law school graduation ceremony I was also not doing it just for myself, because frankly, during those hours I would have preferred to be anywhere in the world BUT Madison Square Garden Theater. I wasn't just doing that to please my parents, although, there is no question that it would have been rather beastly of me not to acknowledge their incredible support during all these years, and all that they have done for me. I wasn't just doing that to torture my friends, although I admit it, misery loves company, and I felt better just knowing that they were sharing in the torture, and exchanging amusing yet desperate text messages during the worst parts of it. Part of the reason I was there was also for my grandparents, particularly my grandmother who wanted to be a lawyer, but that was not to be due to the anti-Semitism. Again. She would have made an incredible attorney. If anyone had the personality for that, it was she. And she was the first, and for a long time, only one to recognize my secret dream, even when I myself was in denial about it and did not see it. She was the one who gave me unconditional support when I finally came to my senses and realized that the legal profession was my absolute calling, my mission in life. She was the one who believed in me even when everyone else around me dismissed my dreams or expressed skepticism at my ability to succeed in this field, questioned my strength of character and determination. I was not becoming a lawyer FOR her, but I was on my way here in part because of her, or rather, THANKS to her, and my only regret after over ten years of courtship of the legal profession is that my grandmother did not live to see it. The law school graduation was just a symbol of me coming one step closer towards the beginning of the incredible journey I will come to enjoy once I become an attorney, an inspired attorney who believes in what she does and for whom being a lawyer is not just an occupation but an honor.
I am much calmer now than many of my future colleagues studying for the bar, because I know that I can do this, that if I wasn't stopped by now, nothing will ever stop me. This is one of the longest courtships I've ever observed, me striving to become a lawyer, and it has not been always easy or passionate or romantic, but it was always what I wanted and what I believed in and what I knew I was meant to do, and that knowledge helped me through the rough frustrating times. So even when I cried and yelled and cursed my fate and lamented my circumstances and promised to give up, I knew, that in reality I would not. I am not someone who gives up in general, and I certainly do not ever give up on something I truly believe in. The graduation was painfully boring but nevertheless it was worth it. Sometimes, you have to stop and acknowledge what you did, even if you don't feel like it, because again, what you do, is often not just about you but so many people that it will affect from my family and friend to the hundreds or even thousands of people I may yet encounter as a future professional.
Afterwards, we, of course, celebrated the occasion. We went to Blue Fin, and had a wild time with all the sea food. (I tried raw oysters for the first time and LOVED them, to the surprise of some of my friends, since many people insist that oysters are an "acquired" taste. My grandfather told me once of having tried them and finding them horrible in taste. But me, I loved every sip!) I was so, so relieved to actually be let out and allowed to proceed in my course. Everything was wonderful, my friends being there, my parents being proud and not hiding it (though, methinks, their pride was very premature as I have... miles before I sleep, so to speak). The wonderful cards that my friends got me, the stratlingly gorgeous gifts that my parents surprised me with, the beautiful flowers that I received... It was just such a perfect day, though it had started out with me absolutely certain that it would end in disaster and utter humiliation as I would be denied my diploma in front of my parents and friends. (Yes, I experienced the same paranoia in college. And high school. And, well, for as long as I remember).
This is a very important year for me, as you can see. And right now I'm in yet another home stretch that is taking me closer to the fulfillment of my life-long dream. There is so much more that I need to say, so much to tell, for life never stops even if my blogging takes a break, and there's a lot more that has happened to me and to others since I've last written here, but that will have to wait. I will try to take a few minutes to update or discuss what's on my mind, now that I've settled a little into my routine of studying, reviewing, and finally returning to the gym... But I cannot promise any regularity for obvious reasons. However, I finally am in a state of mind such that I am filled with passion for writing once more, and that is the most important thing. See you all around!
Inspired and enthusiastic,
Irina/Nissan
It's been exactly five years since I've started this blog. So much has happened in my life and in mind since then that if I were to try to summarize it right now, I would not be able to do it justice... so I'll save the overview for a more appropriate occasion.
I've been away for over a month. I was very busy, having to deal with finals, graduations, birthdays, namings, various illnesses, and everything in between... But I've also been going through a period of inner turmoil that had to do with several sudden realizations and the inevitable growth pangs as I'm getting ready to start yet another stage in my life.
Right now, I'm studying for the Bars, which I'm set to take at the end of July. It is a very busy, stressful, and somewhat overwhelming time in my life, and that is the only focus of my existence for the time being, until it is all over. I'm sure I'll be just fine. After all, despite my fears and repeated nightmares, I did manage to graduate with no problems... and I actually have a study plan... and really, Bar prep is not nearly as numerous (current) attorneys have led me to believe. It's a lot of drudgery and information overload, but most of the stuff I've already seen in law school, and it's more about discipline and organization than any rocket science skills.
That's the story.
So what's been happening while I was away?
Well, after I wrote my last entry, I decided to pay tribute to my New Year's Resolution, which was to adopt a less whiny and more joyous attitude to life, and celebrated my 24th birthday with my friends and family that weekend. The family part of the celebration took place at home, as usual. For the other day, we had a delicious dinner at THOR, and after some adjustment in the cast of characters, went dancing to the Bulgarian club Mehanata, which featured assorted Eastern European music and lots of bright shiny lights. Things did not go as expected, actually, and believe me, that was for the best... I forgot all about my previous second thoughts on dancing in public and had the time of my life... and really, everything was so wonderful that trying to sum it up in words will just take away from the awesomeness of the experience.
Only a couple of weeks later, another very important occasion followed. I finally chose a Hebrew name, and it was made official at the Shabbat morning services at the Manhattan Jewish Experience on May 9. I was not alone, but shared this wonderful moment with three other people, two of whom were very good friends. (Yes, one of them was Red Tulips!) I had initially revealed my name during my birthday celebration, but it was quite an awe-inspiring moment for me to stand there and receive my new name properly. Ah, but I haven't told you what the new name is... My Hebrew name is Nissan bat Shlomo. I chose the name after the month I was born (I was born on the 29th of Nissan). And while for many people that name holds no associations other than the name of the Japanese car, for me it is laden with layers of meaning, as I spent many months researching the name. It was actually the very first name suggested to me, but I dismissed it initially, since it seemed to be a singularly male name, and besides I wanted to do more research and be sure that the name would be the perfect name.
However, as time went on I began to despair, because nothing, absolutely nothing seemed to fit. The matriarchs did not really seem to apply. Other women of the Bible seemed to possess certain qualities that I wanted my new name to reflect, but nothing seemed to resonate with the very essence of my personality. I asked people on FB and my blog readers to give me suggestions, and after gathering a good sample of beautiful Hebrew names, I gave up and decided to give the matter a rest. But indeed there came the right time, as people have warned me there would, and the name came to me after a meandering search which started with someone's suggestion and took me in all sorts of unexpected directions, finding a surprising link to my actual given name, Irina, and in general informing on the very fascinating and complex circumstances of my birth according to the Jewish calendar. At some point, I will devote a post explaining exactly how I came upon my name and what it means specifically, but let's just say that when the right time I recognized it immediately with the kind of shock that one only gets when one comes across What Is Meant To Be... and that is how I knew that the name belonged to me, and I belonged to that name. There is yet another post awaiting you on how I feel about Destiny and What Is Meant To Be, and all these things (since my views on that issue have shifted over the years), but again, that will have to wait for another post.
The fact that I finally found my new name brought me much joy because it strengthened my ties to the Jewish community and made me feel much more part of the community rather than someone merely observing from the outside. I no longer felt like an impostor faking my way through the rituals. There is something about assigning myself a meaningful name that gave me my own place. It is a choice that I made consciously and for very specific reasons, those of teshuva, and not just an accident of circumstances or a mere whim. I admit some of my initial contacts with the observant community were based on mixed motives, some of them genuine, and others, well, somewhat dubious, but for the first time I was actually actively CHOOSING something and declaring myself as a particular person and a particular Jew in front of the entire Jewish community, everyone who knew me, the whole world, even G-d. It was my point of no return. I don't know where life will take me from here, but there's no going back to where I was a few years ago. I'm in a new place now. And I stated that.
I also felt that in a way, I was finally paying the tribute to my grandparents, the kind of tribute they deserved - seeing their granddaughter grow up to be openly, actively, unapologetically, and unequivocally Jewish, and choosing to return to her roots and traditions, on her own and for her own sake, without any prompting or pressure from anyone. This was my way of doing what they themselves could not do. My grandparents all had been given Jewish names at birth but could not use them openly, at least outside of the family circle due to the extreme circumstances in the places they have lived. (The Ukraine, Russia, and Vilna, later Vilnius/The Soviet Union). And I had promised to my grandmother at her funeral that I would become the kind of matriarch, the kind of rock, and role model to my future family that she was... For a long time, I was not ready, until I started to feel that the time was coming to start actualizing that promise... and I knew that the only way I could do it would be by embracing the traditions of the family, of going back to what initially made the family so strong, its Jewish identity that somehow made it, albeit in a somewhat masked form, through the generations of conflict, persecution, hiding, and dispersal. So when I was standing there in front of the Rabbi and the chazzan who were reading the blessings in Hebrew and English, the traditional blessings normally given when the Torah is taken out to mark the naming of a Jewish baby girl, I knew that this was so important for me because I was not just doing this for myself but for my ancestors and for the generations that will follow from me. I was making myself into a strong link in the generations of Jewish history. It was joyful for me. I knew that my name was very different from what most people would have chosen, but I've always walked a slightly separate path and done things my way. Yet I was there, perhaps and oddball, but very much THERE, with the rest of my nation, sharing its fate.
And when I went to the seemingly unending tedium that was my law school graduation ceremony I was also not doing it just for myself, because frankly, during those hours I would have preferred to be anywhere in the world BUT Madison Square Garden Theater. I wasn't just doing that to please my parents, although, there is no question that it would have been rather beastly of me not to acknowledge their incredible support during all these years, and all that they have done for me. I wasn't just doing that to torture my friends, although I admit it, misery loves company, and I felt better just knowing that they were sharing in the torture, and exchanging amusing yet desperate text messages during the worst parts of it. Part of the reason I was there was also for my grandparents, particularly my grandmother who wanted to be a lawyer, but that was not to be due to the anti-Semitism. Again. She would have made an incredible attorney. If anyone had the personality for that, it was she. And she was the first, and for a long time, only one to recognize my secret dream, even when I myself was in denial about it and did not see it. She was the one who gave me unconditional support when I finally came to my senses and realized that the legal profession was my absolute calling, my mission in life. She was the one who believed in me even when everyone else around me dismissed my dreams or expressed skepticism at my ability to succeed in this field, questioned my strength of character and determination. I was not becoming a lawyer FOR her, but I was on my way here in part because of her, or rather, THANKS to her, and my only regret after over ten years of courtship of the legal profession is that my grandmother did not live to see it. The law school graduation was just a symbol of me coming one step closer towards the beginning of the incredible journey I will come to enjoy once I become an attorney, an inspired attorney who believes in what she does and for whom being a lawyer is not just an occupation but an honor.
I am much calmer now than many of my future colleagues studying for the bar, because I know that I can do this, that if I wasn't stopped by now, nothing will ever stop me. This is one of the longest courtships I've ever observed, me striving to become a lawyer, and it has not been always easy or passionate or romantic, but it was always what I wanted and what I believed in and what I knew I was meant to do, and that knowledge helped me through the rough frustrating times. So even when I cried and yelled and cursed my fate and lamented my circumstances and promised to give up, I knew, that in reality I would not. I am not someone who gives up in general, and I certainly do not ever give up on something I truly believe in. The graduation was painfully boring but nevertheless it was worth it. Sometimes, you have to stop and acknowledge what you did, even if you don't feel like it, because again, what you do, is often not just about you but so many people that it will affect from my family and friend to the hundreds or even thousands of people I may yet encounter as a future professional.
Afterwards, we, of course, celebrated the occasion. We went to Blue Fin, and had a wild time with all the sea food. (I tried raw oysters for the first time and LOVED them, to the surprise of some of my friends, since many people insist that oysters are an "acquired" taste. My grandfather told me once of having tried them and finding them horrible in taste. But me, I loved every sip!) I was so, so relieved to actually be let out and allowed to proceed in my course. Everything was wonderful, my friends being there, my parents being proud and not hiding it (though, methinks, their pride was very premature as I have... miles before I sleep, so to speak). The wonderful cards that my friends got me, the stratlingly gorgeous gifts that my parents surprised me with, the beautiful flowers that I received... It was just such a perfect day, though it had started out with me absolutely certain that it would end in disaster and utter humiliation as I would be denied my diploma in front of my parents and friends. (Yes, I experienced the same paranoia in college. And high school. And, well, for as long as I remember).
This is a very important year for me, as you can see. And right now I'm in yet another home stretch that is taking me closer to the fulfillment of my life-long dream. There is so much more that I need to say, so much to tell, for life never stops even if my blogging takes a break, and there's a lot more that has happened to me and to others since I've last written here, but that will have to wait. I will try to take a few minutes to update or discuss what's on my mind, now that I've settled a little into my routine of studying, reviewing, and finally returning to the gym... But I cannot promise any regularity for obvious reasons. However, I finally am in a state of mind such that I am filled with passion for writing once more, and that is the most important thing. See you all around!
Inspired and enthusiastic,
Irina/Nissan
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
A Belated Congratulations
In better late than never news, P.M.Prescott became a grandfather to Abigail. May she grow healthy and happy, and may she bring joy to her family!
Joyous,
Irina
Joyous,
Irina
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