I have been having a hard time feeling inspired enough to write in this thing.

Right now I feel like I have one foot in and one foot out.
Earlier today I felt very loving towards the world and I got in touch with a few people to express my general good-will. I felt pretty good about it at the time, but one message I sent has not been returned which makes me feel bad. In my defense, I do have PMS and got a little teary watching some crappy tv: Ugly Betty.

I have been trying to be more understanding of where another person is coming from, but when does it become too understanding?

I have been doing intake calls for my externship which involves me retrieving phone messages, and quite a number of people burst into tears on the phone. By the third blubbering caller, I had developed a thick skin--I was wondering why these people thought it was ok to cry on an answering machine. (of course I know why--their life sucks, but it was a defense mechanism)
So now I am wondering what type of law would be good for a person who doesn't want crying clients.

You know what I hate already? Clients who demand a lawyer--I can hear them saying: I 'll stick my lawyer on you--and expect the attorney to drop everything and fix all of their problems. Because lawyers are super-heroes at your beck and call.

I have never been good with grey areas--things are black and white. I feel like a lot of things are grey for me right now. What do I want to do--where do I want to live--who do I want to love--how much do I want to interact with friends--and do I want to make new friends????

I have actually been doing pretty good with the grey, but I stepped on a scale recently, and all hell broke loose as they say. I have been diligently exercising for the past month, and during that time, I have gained 5-8 pounds. And don't start with muscle weighs more than fat--if you are a big girl like me, you ain't gaining no damn muscle when you first start exercising--you are getting FATTER.
So the weight gain has made me angry--and the guru whose books I read this summer said to throw out the scale--eat what you want, but only when you are hungry and stop when full. I did one of these things--guess which one. I'll give you a hint: I ate/eat whatever the hell I want. I still exercised today, and I have no intention of stopping. But I feel restless and uncomfortable with my life. It has been said that change can only come when you are uncomfortable--otherwise, why would you change?

Here's hoping the change is good.