I've held on to these for too long.
Ratty platforms, busted shank.
Time for new pointes.
Not looking forward to breaking in a new pair.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Baby needs a new pair of shoes
I wear Capezio's Tendu II
I've held on to these for too long.
Ratty platforms, busted shank.
Time for new pointes.
Not looking forward to breaking in a new pair.
I've held on to these for too long.
Ratty platforms, busted shank.
Time for new pointes.
Not looking forward to breaking in a new pair.
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
Gifts
Kim left me a bottle of 1992 Dom Perignon.
Along with a nice note thanking me for letting them use the apartment and telling me what a great time they had in the city over the weekend.
When I was in law school I commuted every week. 200 miles home after classes ended on Friday afternoon, and 200 miles back to school on Sunday night. That left my little uptown New Orleans apartment empty almost every weekend. My friends had an open invitation to use it free of charge any weekend I wasn't there.
Most would leave a small "thank you" token. Dana, my Tallahassee friend, left a VooDoo doll. (I think I was grumbling a lot about my Contracts professor). Connie left the most prized beads from her Mardi Gras crew.
I was thrilled and a little in awe of Kim's gift. I'd never had "Dom" - but had heard of it. At over $100. a bottle it was never in my realm of affordability and I considered it (still do) too much of an extravagance.
Her note suggested I should pop the bottle when I graduated or when I passed the Bar.
At the time I thought, "I certainly will!"
I was (and am) proud of myself for finishing law school (especially given the whole commuting difficulties). It was challenging and humbling and thrilling and one of the most engaging and thought provoking things I've ever done.
For graduation my dad and step-mom flew all the way from San Francisco. My DH and kids were there. I was so happy and beaming like the moon!
But I didn't pop that bottle of Dom.
It just didn't seem like the right time.
Maybe it was because the Bar Exam was looming. A huge hump to get over before my "new future" could start.
For whatever reason the bottle stayed intact properly stored in it's box on it's side on our wine rack.
Maybe when (if?) I pass the Bar.
The Bar Exam was a bitch. For a month I studied every day from sun-up to sun-down. My firm gave me leave for the whole month to study. I took two Bar Exam review courses. DH drove me down to Tampa to take the exam and I studied the whole way. Couldn't sleep both nights of the exam. When it was over I slept for 12 hours.
Passed on the first try with flying colors. Killed the Florida portion of the exam, did very well on the multi-state portion. I was so relieved and thrilled when I saw those scores post I shut the door to my office and cried. Friends and colleagues sent baskets and bouquets of flowers in congratulations.
And still that bottle stayed safe in our wine rack.
What's the deal? Still it just didn't seem like the right time. My heart wasn't in it. "We'll save it for when I have my first trial." I said.
It still wasn't right even after my first trial. "I only sat second chair." I reasoned. I'll open it when it's MY trial ... when I get a verdict in my favor ... when I get a "Guilty" verdict (after I changed jobs and was finally an Assistant State Attorney - which, I would've thought would have been time to pop that bottle too!) But none of those times was the right time.
This New Year's Eve was the right time.
I could say I have no idea why, but I think I may know.
Opening the bottle left me pondering why we celebrate on New Year's Eve.
Is it really a celebration of the anticipation of what's to come in the new year? Maybe, but I don't think so. I don't have a frame of reference to celebrate what may or may not happen. What I can be happy about is what *has* happened.
I think it was a culmination of everything. Overcoming personal "I'm not worthy" roadblocks and going to law school. Passing a difficult state bar exam on the first try. Getting a great job at a great firm. Eventually leaving the firm to be what I really wanted to be in the first place. And I'm still learning, but I think I was made to be in the courtroom. It's still a thrill every time I step up to the podium and say "[Begijn] for the State." While I'm not dancing with the Company, I made it on the Board of Directors and stay close to ballet. The kids are doing great - really great! DH and I are just fine. I've some really wonderful friends. We had a great Christmas with family. We made it through our first holiday season without a dear family member who is very missed.
It was wonderful. Smooth. Celebratory.
I'll call Kim tomorrow and tell her I finally opened that "Thank you" gift.
And tell her it was worth the wait.
Along with a nice note thanking me for letting them use the apartment and telling me what a great time they had in the city over the weekend.
When I was in law school I commuted every week. 200 miles home after classes ended on Friday afternoon, and 200 miles back to school on Sunday night. That left my little uptown New Orleans apartment empty almost every weekend. My friends had an open invitation to use it free of charge any weekend I wasn't there.
Most would leave a small "thank you" token. Dana, my Tallahassee friend, left a VooDoo doll. (I think I was grumbling a lot about my Contracts professor). Connie left the most prized beads from her Mardi Gras crew.
I was thrilled and a little in awe of Kim's gift. I'd never had "Dom" - but had heard of it. At over $100. a bottle it was never in my realm of affordability and I considered it (still do) too much of an extravagance.
Her note suggested I should pop the bottle when I graduated or when I passed the Bar.
At the time I thought, "I certainly will!"
I was (and am) proud of myself for finishing law school (especially given the whole commuting difficulties). It was challenging and humbling and thrilling and one of the most engaging and thought provoking things I've ever done.
For graduation my dad and step-mom flew all the way from San Francisco. My DH and kids were there. I was so happy and beaming like the moon!
But I didn't pop that bottle of Dom.
It just didn't seem like the right time.
Maybe it was because the Bar Exam was looming. A huge hump to get over before my "new future" could start.
For whatever reason the bottle stayed intact properly stored in it's box on it's side on our wine rack.
Maybe when (if?) I pass the Bar.
The Bar Exam was a bitch. For a month I studied every day from sun-up to sun-down. My firm gave me leave for the whole month to study. I took two Bar Exam review courses. DH drove me down to Tampa to take the exam and I studied the whole way. Couldn't sleep both nights of the exam. When it was over I slept for 12 hours.
Passed on the first try with flying colors. Killed the Florida portion of the exam, did very well on the multi-state portion. I was so relieved and thrilled when I saw those scores post I shut the door to my office and cried. Friends and colleagues sent baskets and bouquets of flowers in congratulations.
And still that bottle stayed safe in our wine rack.
What's the deal? Still it just didn't seem like the right time. My heart wasn't in it. "We'll save it for when I have my first trial." I said.
It still wasn't right even after my first trial. "I only sat second chair." I reasoned. I'll open it when it's MY trial ... when I get a verdict in my favor ... when I get a "Guilty" verdict (after I changed jobs and was finally an Assistant State Attorney - which, I would've thought would have been time to pop that bottle too!) But none of those times was the right time.
This New Year's Eve was the right time.
I could say I have no idea why, but I think I may know.
Opening the bottle left me pondering why we celebrate on New Year's Eve.
Is it really a celebration of the anticipation of what's to come in the new year? Maybe, but I don't think so. I don't have a frame of reference to celebrate what may or may not happen. What I can be happy about is what *has* happened.
I think it was a culmination of everything. Overcoming personal "I'm not worthy" roadblocks and going to law school. Passing a difficult state bar exam on the first try. Getting a great job at a great firm. Eventually leaving the firm to be what I really wanted to be in the first place. And I'm still learning, but I think I was made to be in the courtroom. It's still a thrill every time I step up to the podium and say "[Begijn] for the State." While I'm not dancing with the Company, I made it on the Board of Directors and stay close to ballet. The kids are doing great - really great! DH and I are just fine. I've some really wonderful friends. We had a great Christmas with family. We made it through our first holiday season without a dear family member who is very missed.
It was wonderful. Smooth. Celebratory.
I'll call Kim tomorrow and tell her I finally opened that "Thank you" gift.
And tell her it was worth the wait.
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