Continuing the guest post theme leading up to the bar exam, I’m sharing a post from the archives:
For those of you who are new to WMSB, I wanted to give you some backstory on my life before this blog. I blogged at Three Years Down for three years. During that time I was waiting for my life to start and doing whatever it took to make that happen. I thought that meant get married and have a family. I didn’t think my life had much value until then.
God is working on my heart and showing me how wrong I was. Only a year ago I was still living in the lie that I was worthless without a husband. I found my way back to Small Town to be with my boyfriend at the time. I worked really hard to find a job, convinced my way into brief underemployment and left my family in Vegas for what I thought was the purpose in my life – to marry that man and have a life together in a town I wasn’t happy in.
This post was the first day in my pit. I broke ground on it myself, and when things started going bad within three weeks, I kept digging and digging and digging. Until finally there was nothing else I could do except reach my hands out to the Lord and ask him to rescue me. He did. But let’s not forget the days the Lord pulls us out of the pit and restores our hearts.
Peace and Quiet
February 16, 2012
Something that really bothered me when I moved to Small Town the first time* was how quiet it is. For someone who was raised in LA County and Big City, quiet is NOT something I’m used to. Relaxation could have been a word in a foreign language for all I knew.
True story: after the bar exam I started having panic attacks when things were too calm and quiet.
Where I live now, you can hear when people are coming up the drive. There is no traffic. There are no streetlights shining through the window. I wake up every morning to the most GORGEOUS view of mountains, and grass, and houses on huge plots of land. It’s lovely.
|My view while I did my GMG quiet time
I noticed something while I was sitting at my new desk at my new work. This environment makes me want to be creative. It inspires me to write more. It draws me into daydreams and contemplation and prayer.
It will probably take me awhile to get used to it again, but I’m looking forward to all of the new opportunities to be creative – especially considering there isn’t ANYWHERE for me to waste my time shopping here unless I want to go to walmart – ew.
*for those of you who are new around here: I moved to Small Town after law school to clerk for a judge. God apparently thought it would be REALLY funny for me to meet the man of my dreams here. I had to move to Big City for work after my clerkship ended. I was there for about a year. I just moved back.