When I made the choice to go to law school, I didn't ponder the end result very much. Actually, I don't think I pondered it at all.
Which is strange. I always plan and ponder and plan some more.
I won't lie, though. I think that maybe I just wanted a degree. The law degree, that is. I thought it would open up doors and be a good fit for me, but I'm not entirely sure of that now. I should have pondered the end result. I know that now, but there are a lot of woulda, shoulda, couldas out there, and I am not about to go down that road. It won't change a thing.
And besides, it isn't like I hated law school.
Right now I'm just confused. I want to be a writer, but an offer, of sorts, has come along. I want to get into writing and editing. I'm thinking about taking my blog to the public, writing book reviews, and attempting to make it profitable. I'd like, of course, to write books. Lots and lots of books. And I wonder if this move, this offer, will take me off course and lead me down a different road.
But then I wonder about my own ability to write a book, too, or to make a living blogging about books. This offer would require me to drum up business for myself, and it wouldn't take up all my time, but then...it could. And I have to make some real, honest decisions. I can't just think about what I hope will happen, but I have to get out and do something. Really really really do something.
It's scary.
Little did I know that life as I knew it would change so much when I made that decision to go to law school.
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