Nervous, etc.

Not to be outdone, Kristen writes a blog entry:

After three years of toil and tribulation, I was sure I didn’t want to take the bar exam immediately. I was tired. And I wanted to try my hand at getting a public policy job without the license to practice law. Two months later, I’m just starting to get some traction on the job front. It’s exciting and terrifying — as so many things are at this point in life.

If you’re the praying type, I’d appreciate a prayer for wisdom and patience. If you’re not the praying type, I’d appreciate some positive mojo. I have two second-round interviews coming up. I’m more than a little worried about how this will all shake out, but I’m just going to hope for the best … and some gainful employment.

Tomorrow marks Day One of the bar exam. I am so confident in Zach (and of course Zach is confident is Zach) that I’m truly just counting down the hours until it’s all over and we can move on with our lives. No matter the outcome of the test, Zach’s on his way to being a great legal mind if for no other reason than it gives him a whole field of knowledge from which to dredge up obscure phases to turn into jokes.

On the wedding front, I had an amazing day not long ago with my best friends. Alan, Mena, Amy, Jsmo, and I went on an adventure in search bridesmaid dresses. At the eleventh hour (no seriously, it was a really, really long day), we found the dresses and all is right with the world. My best friends are such amazing people. A giant thank you to Menatalla for driving this crew from Houston to Timbuktu (the Woodlands, Harwin) and back. Up next: the groomsmen and bridesman attire. This should be fun.

Also wedding related: I met with our wedding coordinator, Linda, last week. She’s the absolute best and we bonded over watching our guys go through bar prep (Linda’s husband, Craig, graduated from law school with us). For weeks, Zach’s sleep schedule was the complete opposite of a normal person and I felt like I was seeing him for five minutes a day when he was on his way to bed and I was getting up to go to the gym. But Linda’s advice was, “Don’t get sucked into the crazy.” She should know because she has had to put up with a crazy law student for the past three years (and they have a real baby, too!). So that’s what I did — gave Z his space and just tried to cook him decent meals every now and then. And just like that (*snap*), we’re here, Bar Exam Eve.

Good night and good luck.

One comment

  1. Babe, I love you.

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