I chose law instead of art because being an elementary art teacher was not worthy.
The fine arts majors thought I was a joke, and my family thought I was wasting my mind...
Wonder, J., if we had pursued what we wanted and we had been true to ourselves, maybe we would not find ourselves in this place with our spouses?
If you were on a career path that you loved right now, living out your dream, would you even think twice about going to Alaska to be with him?
I don't know about you, but I won't find my heart in the law. I gave up on that years ago. Now I am settling for it supporting me (and thank God I can now that I am alone) and my bad habits.
It kills my soul to think of you going into that job, J.
I want you to save your marriage, I really do, you are truly one of the ones I am rooting for.
You've probably read this, but...
The Journey
One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice -- though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. "Mend my life!" each voice cried. But you didn't stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their melancholy was terrible. It was already late enough, and a wild night, and the road full of fallen branches and stones. But little by little, as you left their voices behind, the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do the only thing you could do -- determined to save the only life you could save.
