I keep waking up in the middle of the night, unable to sleep, and I find myself doing strange things. Like baking. Making a grocery list. Organizing a closet. For those who know me- I'm no baker. Or cook. (I am, however, an excellent closet organizer).
The last time I remember doing these middle-of-the-night activities is when I was studying for the bar exam in Michigan, no job in sight, kids to support, and fearing failure.
Now, I'm moving to California, getting married, and...you guessed it...taking another bar exam.
I'm scared.
The only benefit I see from all of this fear is those who get to eat my baking, my cooking, and see my nice clean closets.
