So often over the last few years I've talked about wanting to find the old me, the one who had energy and spark, before law school beat it out of me. Before law school made me a grown up way before I needed or wanted to be. Why was I in such a hurry to grow up? It seems sometimes that all I did was lose my idealism, and along with it, the belief, true or not, that I could make a difference in the world. A year ago, I began the process of Bianca 2.0, and its amazing to see, and feel how far I've come. I wrote once that I felt a cursor, blinkly madly with whole lot of white space in front of me, full of potential with the masterpiece the was about to be left behind. And for so long, I felt stuck in a major bout of writer's block. Writer's block of my life, like I was going nowhere, or nowhere I wanted to be. Crappy place to be.
I am going somewhere now. Not exactly sure where, still figuring that out. I'll get back to you on that. Go little cursor go.
I was just re-reading and I remembered something I heard once- You don't have to know where you are going to be heading in the right direction. Come to think of it, that may have come from a fortune cookie. hmmm. No matter. Wisdom can be found in the strangest places.
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