Epilogue

This just in: an email from my interviewer with the subject line reading “thank you.” And, as the subject line suggested, it was not the hoped-for news. The email reads like I was runner-up. Second place. In fact, it was the nicest rejection letter I could have hoped for… I turned right around and sent them a thank you note… best of luck in your endeavors! After all, they are doing amazing work. Just without me.

So, Plan B, formerly known as Plan A before it was demoded in hopes of a paying job, is underway. Despite the disappointing news, there is a certain amount of excitement that comes with even the smallest amount of certainty. After all, it has been five weeks of spinning daydreams of life with paychecks. After breaking the news to Doug last night, and having a rough couple of hours seeking a bar exam loan (denied due to too much debt… what?!), we marched ourselves out the door to our favorite yoga class.

By the time I reached shavasana (“corpse pose,” my favorite), I lay in the dark, sprawled in my sweat, and wrote the first chapter of my novel. Why shouldn't I just become a writer? Just look at John Grisham. Oh the places I can go… The future is exciting.