It's Been A While

Here's what's happened in the past 4-ish weeks:

1. I started working. I actually like my job. It's not stressful, which is a big plus for me. Especially if I plan on working and going to school at the same time. The people I work with are nice and overall, it's a good company.
2. I've lost 58 lbs to date. I bought a whole new wardrobe (mostly for work) and I feel fabulous!! I look pretty good, too :)
3. I finally took my LSAT. It was not as bad as I thought it was going to be. Which means I'm either smarter than I thought I was or I'm not at all and I did really bad. I'm hoping it's the former.
   
4. I've also started filling out my applications for schools. I'm struggling with my personal statement. I haven't led an interesting life. I'm not a crack baby, I was never homeless, I grew up with both parents in a loving home. I'm not being flip. I just sometimes feel like those are the types of stories schools like to hear about; it's almost like you have to show that you can overcome diversity to handle higher education. Hopefully I can form an essay that doesn't suck.
5. I have a lot of things personally that I need to work out. My instinct is to fight and get revenge, but a little part of me thinks I should let go and let God. I'm going to pray that little part of me gets bigger and I can handle this with class and grace.
   

Next Stop, Vegas Please

On Thursday, I'm going to Vegas for my 10 yr reunion. In the weeks leading up to this, I was super excited, but now I'm getting more nervous. For most people attending their reunions, things are maybe a bit different. They have probably run into old high school buddies a few times since graduating. Hell, most of them went on to become college roommates. I, however, went to high school in Japan. Who have I seen since then? No one. And I look a lot different now.

Initially, my plan was to lose some weight so I could feel confident about strolling into the banquet dinner. Then, as time got closer and closer, I pretty much just stopped trying. I kept telling myself it didn't really matter. I do, after all, already have a boyfriend so it's not like I'm going to rekindle any romances or hook up with some Thunder from Down Under. What I should have been telling myself is I want to feel comfortable in my skin and that's why it does matter. Instead, I've done it again. Another year has gone by and I've done nothing to improve my health, appearance, or self-esteem.

Le sigh.