I started working on links, but they depressed me with their magnatude. A shame I was so prolific early on, before Blogger. ;)
On the good news front, I've been tentatively approved for the paralegal retraining program. It's a relief to my mind to have this approval set out as now I can constructively plan ahead. Not too far ahead as the class schedules are released only quarterly, but in advance enough so that I won't be wringing my hands over this in a month.
Because I've taken so many classes over the course of the past ...ooooh, 20.... years, I'm done with most of the elective requirements for the paralegal certificate. It would be event better for me if I could get the degree, but at the very least, having the certificate will enable me to say that I've gotten it.
The other night, Philip noticed my tarot card deck and played with it, painstakingly reading the definitions of the cards from a little tiny book I have in addition to the larger tarot book I keep on my desk for in-game soothsaying. Last night, I shuffled the cards and thought about how difficult the month of April was and how different my life is now than it was even 25 days ago. I pulled three cards from the top of the deck, much as I do when doing readings for the players. Past, current situation, and what may yet be... And upon looking up the meanings in my book, I sighed because it's so close to what goes on around me.
The past...the Tower. A bolt from the blue, says the book. Indeed. The collapse of a structure. Double indeed. A sudden and swift change. Uh, yeah. Thanks for reminding me.
Currently... the Hanged Man. Readjustment, suspended in time...a period of waiting and the midst of a major transition. Okay...
What may yet be... the five of Wands. And I quote, "You may need to compete or face an exciting challenge to get what you want." Legal challenges are possible.
My days are filled with activity and motion. There are several fronts upon which I have to do things. Hearing about the school approval is a great relief to me as it frees my mind to move on to other challenges. Lots of changes.
I want the boys to stay with me. Yet I must prepare my heart in the event they want to go back. When I reshuffled the cards and turned over three for Chris, the final card was the three of swords, heartache. What I think is best for them may not be what they want. Whatever happens, it is a heartache.


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