With new resolve...

This blog started as an experiment of sorts, without much planned direction or purpose. Considering how much I like to express myself through prose, I feel the need to write more frequently on this small piece of real estate in blogsphere. And, to be totally honest, I lurk so much on other people's blogs, that I should say something at some point on my own. :-) So, with new resolve, I will attempt to write at least weekly. On with the show!

Have you ever felt the need to just....... take a day off from life? Like you need a vacation from each of your responsibilities, including your job, family, friends, even your own thoughts? That is exactly what I'm going through as I type. There is so much on my to-do list right now (or so I feel), that I don't even know where to start.

I'm still struggling with my next career move. Only one thing is clear: I want to move to a different locale, a metropolitan area where there is a plethora of upwardly mobile young black professionals. Since I tested living in MD for two and a half months when I thought I wanted to attend law school there, and failed miserably (yeah, right, that was the "worst winter in years"), DC is out. That leaves the one and only obvious choice: Atlanta. I planned to take the Georgia bar exam anyway. (Sidenote: The best laid plans usually go awry. Four and a half years ago when I began law school, I never thought I would want to practice anywhere besides the Sunshine State. Now, I am uber-annoyed that I cannot just get up and move to a different state without taking an extremely difficult, oftentimes expensive exam. The nature of my profession certainly limits mobility, to my chagrin.) Since the jurisdictions are so geographically close, being licensed to practice in GA will make me marketable to firms here in FL, and therefore, I made plans to take the exam this July.

So, what is the problem, you ask? There is something telling me that ATL is not the place for me. The voice is tiny, almost a whisper, in the back of my mind. I'm still trying to decide if the voice is one of intuition or of fear and/or negativity.

My other choice is a city in central Florida, which was my first choice up until recently, when I honestly assessed what I want out of the city in which I choose to reside. Most of my current "issues" deal with the fact that I could probably very easily get a great job in this city. This makes timing difficult, as I do not want to pursue employment heavily in FL until I have considered my options in Atlanta (which, at this point, are none). Either way, come August, I plan to be starting an awesome new job.

I am also unconvinced that I'd like to live in city in central Florida. Speaking to a Soror one day over g-mail chat (the best thing EVER) about said city (in which she was born and raised), she told me: "The young black professional crowd is little to none. You'll be disappointed. But it seems like that is the case everywhere except Atlanta and DC." Ugh! I have and will continue to pray for guidance from above. It's so very frustrating to know that you can relocate to any location in the country, but to not know where you want to and, more importantly, need to be.

Through the (HUNDRED) years as we struggle....

Today is 1-9-08!!!!!!! ONE-NINE-OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-EIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!! Skeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, my Sorors!