So Close

When we were younger Roland and I used to play "horse" a lot. You know the basketball game, where you shoot after each other. ? (Well, if you don't. Here's for you to read about it. wikipedia is amazing.) That's the best Roland could get from me in playing basketball with him. (For those you don't know, Roland is 14" taller than me. That's 1 foot, 2 inches. And older.) Anyway, during our games, this was a common interchange between us: "That was so close." "Yet so far away." Or. "Almost. Almost!" "Well, almost doesn't count." To clarify: these weren't mean comments, they were just matters of fact.

Well, for the last couple of weeks I keep thinking about them. Ever since I passed the bar exam, in fact. Some before that, but especially now when I'm so, so, so close. And since Monday, when I mailed in all the signed papers/check, it's even more excruciating. I'm SO CLOSE. And yet, I may as well be as far away as I was a year ago, 4 years ago, 29 years ago. I am not an attorney. Still.

Two weeks ago, the same day I found out I passed, my business cards came in. They're beautiful. I'd post one except that is just too much information even for my unsecure blog. But, I can't use them yet, because I'm not an attorney at law.

Then yesterday I went and had a photo shoot for a "business head shot" so the office can run a special ad in the paper announcing their new attorney (and then later for the regular fotos that all the attorneys have in the regular ad). Only we can't actually send it to the paper yet. Because I'm not an attorney.

And I see clients. And I do work for clients. And I get paid by clients. But I still have to have my work reviewed and signed by someone else. Because I'm not an attorney.

So close, yet so far away.

To end on a happy note.
My pictures yesterday turned out really nice. Maybe I'll take a picture of them and then post it. I was pleased.