Lawyerish to Lawyerly

This is just the truthiest of truths for me, at the moment. A month ago, I had a whole update written 
about the job I had and taking the bar exam and all of my life changes. 
And a few days after I wrote aaaaaaaall of that out, my life changed again: 
I got a new job that looks to be long-lasting. I passed that bar exam (!!!). I started that new job.
So the Texas version of that well-used Gatsby quote: life started all over again when it got below 90° in the fall. 

A quick recap, because I hate to trash a decent blog draft:
Life got away from me again. But this time I have the best excuse ever: THE BAR EXAM.
(It is completely necessary to use all caps when referring to THE BAR EXAM. It's out of my hands.) 
It is, without a shadow of a doubt, the dumbest thing I have ever done in my entire life. 
I may end up recapping the full BAR EXAM experience in a future post,
but I still need some time to work through my PTSD. 

For now, I'm working a semi-lawyer job in the oil & gas industry.
Which, given my background, makes complete sense, right? 😐
Unfortunately, I don't get to wear a cute pink hardhat to work, but I'm now comfortable using oil & gas jargon in real life.

LOL oil, right?

I know where the major shale fields are located, people trust me to work on deals worth crazy amounts of money, and I don't immediately starting giggling when someone talks about the unit they're working on.
So I'm basically an adult. 
Also, I work in an office where half of the employees have "Make Oil and Gas Great Again" hats, 
so it's been a nice change of pace from the liberal hell of law school. 

However, I will always & forever assume "OG" means Original Gangster, and not Oil & Gas.
That's just who I am as a person. 


And now! Now I am a pirate. A pirate lawyer. A lawyer for pirates. A maritime attorney. Something like that.

I get to go on ships! I get to travel! I get to refer to people as Admiral! It's all very exciting. 
Eventually, I will maritime and admiralty with the best of them, but being a baby lawyer is exhausting and stressful 
and a very steep learning curve. 
For now, I do my research: Moby Dick, The Odyssey, Old Man & the Sea, Finding Nemo. 
All the greats, obviously. With rum in hand. 
No one ever accused me of not committing to the theme. 

Happy Free Confused & Lonely at the Same Time

I absolutely do not feel stupid using T. Swift lyrics to describe my life. 

Girlfriend sings my life. 

(No joke, though. I've hit all my major milestones at the same time Taylor did; she knows me.)

As my 23rd birthday approaches (don't worry, y'all still have a month to perfect your gifts), 

I figured I would reflect on being 22 using all those wacky emotions Taylor talks about.

Sidebar: 
This is absolutely not meant for pity.
(Unless you want to throw a pity-job my way. Feel free.)

I'm just being honest. 

This blog wouldn't be an accurate portrayal of my life without all of the messy, why-can't-I-be-Rory-Gilmore, NOT-made-for-TV moments.

Plus, if Taylor can sing about it, I can (attempt to) write about it.

Man or not-a-girl-not-yet-a-woman. Geez, Tennessee, quit being all sexist.

«Happy»

My parents are pretty cool about my unemployment status!

I have an adorable nephew who's in love with me!

(That will be a problem in the future, but for now it's just cute.)

I live in a super-cute apartment in downtown Fort Worth!
And I'll be moving to a super-cute apartment in Uptown with two super-cute roommates!

«Free»

I'm not working at that gosh-awful job anymore!
(Also, the principal was fired a month after I quit, so JUSTICE WAS SERVED.)

«Confused»

The reason this whole bloggy thing started: my future.

I have no idea where I'm going, nor do I have any clue what I want to do.

I'll figure it out eventually.

If Sex and the City taught me anything, it's that I should be well into my thirties before I get my life figured out. 
(Note: If I get to my thirties before my life is figured out, please shoot me.)

«Lonely (at the same time)»

(It's impossible to sing only part of that line; the rest MUST follow.)

I wish I lived closer to everyone (but I will soon!)

A 30-minute drive doesn't really seem like much to me

(mostly because I grew up in Texas, where EVERYTHING is far away)

but it can definitely impede the party process. 

Being unemployed can be fairly lonely, too. 

I have to find little ways to get out of my apartment or risk being sucked into my computer. 
(I'm fairly certain that was an episode of Are You Afraid of the Dark? And those are based on real life, right?)

Also, my sister and I were joking about the possibility of my dead body not being found for days/weeks because I live alone. 

That has become one of my biggest fears.

Ups and downs, people. And that's okay. 
Like Taylor says, happy-free-confused-and-lonely in the best way.

Moral of the story: get to work on my birthday presents.

P.S. 15 days until I receive my LSAT scores.

P.P.S. This post has been sort of depressing, so I might do a less desolate one soon.