2014-11-24 - 2:09 p.m.
Did not pass the bar. Again.
By four points.
I had migraines for 3 days when I found out.
I suspect something psychological is going on, plus I changed my writing style at the suggestion of the bar prep course.
This was a bad idea.
At this point, I should probably be more upset and lost than I am.
But I'm not.
Maybe going to fruitlessly appeal my score, and then definitely going to take it again.
I really don't see another road opening up before me in any event.
I suppose I would like to do any number of things, but...I just don't see the way.
If I see the way, maybe I'd take that way. Maybe I'd go that way.
But hopes and wishes really don't equate into a plan, you know?
And, I mean, as much as I would like to do something creative, it seems very much like doing so and hoping to make a career is much like making a career out of playing the lottery.
As far as finding my passion, I am looking at things that charge my cookies, my cahonies, my plums.
Writing, photography, music.
And honestly, I should always write more.
Its good for me.
I can feel it...down in my plums.