So I have (finally) jumped on this 'bandwagon' they call blogging. It's not so much a fad that I'm following (yes I noticed that has passed, thank you very much) but rather it has been a 'burden' on my heart for a while. I feel that I have to share what I went through six years ago in a faraway land that's at least a sweet twenty hour flight from this sunny island.
It took me a while to walk out of that valley. If you know me now - or even then for that matter - you would never have guessed the pain that enveloped me. Amazing how you and me we hide so much beneath that exterior we call a smile. I will come back with my story; even if it were to touch just one heart, I would have done what He had called me to do.
Time to snooze. Work awaits in a couple of hours. If it will be balm to your curiosity, I am a lawyer and am not proud of it. It is just a job - very un-Ally Mcbeal and it makes you wear a persona that I don't recognise at times or like very much. It connotes that you are smart, arrogant and you think the world owes you a living. That is of course true, for some but not others. As with most other jobs. What a world this is: people behaving so much like those things that swim and love blood (sharks) you secretly hope they will literally turn into one and vanish into the Singapore River; you deal with things you never imagine you would five minutes ago (and you must act like you deal with them oh just ten times daily); and five years in practice doesn't make it easier. For better or worse, they don't prepare you at Grand Old Law School for what is to come. Now that is all very boring for all you Lawyer Haters out there. So I shall sign off quite abruptly.
xoxo.
claire.
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