Love As A Verb. Love As A

I Don't Really Know Why I Went To Law School.

He Who Fails To Plan, Plans To Fail.

Looking Back, I Question Whether I Really Loved Nate, Or Just The Security Of Our Relationship. I Wonder If My Feelings For Him Didn’t Have A Lot To Do With Hating My Job. From The Bar Exam Through That First Hellish Year As An Associate, Nate Was My Escape. And Sometimes That Can Feel An Awful Lot Like Love.

Throughout The Ordeal, I Learned That Getting Mad Was Easier Than Being Sad. Anger Was Something I Could Control. I Could Settle Into An Easy Rhythm Of Blame And Hate. Focus My Energy On Something Than The Ache In My Heart.

But I Am Content To Live In The Moment, And Allow Myself The Daily Pleasure Of Obsessing. Nothing Lasts Forever, I Tell Myself. Especially The Good Stuff. Although Typically You Aren't Faced With A Hard Deadline