My mood has been somewhat off since yesterday, and I wasnÂ’t quite able to figure out why. After all, it was a text book successful interview from what I observed and from the feedback I received from my former colleague. IÂ’ll be back Monday to interview with the person I didnÂ’t have time to see yesterday as the interviews where long.

For me the only challenging moment happened when I was asked 'What was my singular or main goal in life?' That took me completely by surprise because I just don't have one goal, I have many goals.... I have anywhere from 5 to 15 goals for each area of my life.

Somehow my mouth began to move. As the words slowly began to come out of my mouth, I began to form sentences regarding my career. My first thought had been say, ‘to continuously become a better person and to be a good mom’. As I came out of my head and back to the interview, I heard myself suddenly say: "and in 10 years I should be finished with law school in the evenings, enabling to use my degree in a variety of areas within the firm."

The instant she took her eyes off me to write down some notes, I thought to myself Whoaa! Law school?!!!! Where the hell did that come from. Since when have I been subconsciously thinking about going to law school so that it would even enter in a conversation. When on earth did that mind shift happen. Okay, for the record, that must not have been me talking. It had to be somebody else.
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There are voices which come to me at the oddest moments. Voices from the past and of people IÂ’ve known. IÂ’ve heard reassuring voices of some of my friends who have past on. MikeÂ’s voice has always been the loudest and strongest, and thatÂ’s probably because heÂ’s the one IÂ’ve known the longest.

His voice was there, as it had been many times before, affirming, assuring, nagging and promising me things would turn out alright. When I had no hope or faith, it was his faith that always carried me through whatever challenge I was facing. Overtime, I began to develop a faith and a hope of my own. His guarantees, were the reassurance I needed in order for patience to take hold and wait for the miracles to happen in my life.

It was MikeÂ’s voice who hounded me every day for months, to get off my ass, start walking and get back in shape. He was a guy who could not stand flab in his loved ones. He knew that if he said it to me enough times IÂ’d get tired of his nagging voice and IÂ’d do something just to shut him up. It worked.
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1 Beautiful writing, wonderful message, similar experiences.

Posted by: _Jon at April 06, 2005 11:27 PM (RZ4Hy)

2 The beautiful part is you will always have that beloved voice with you. To me, when I've reached the point you describe I think of it as moving. Now, instead of meeting for coffee or drinks at the drop of a hat - it's a phone call. Still treasured, still vital, but with distance. Dang, having trouble putting it in writing, but I hope you see what I'm trying to say.

Posted by: Tammi at April 07, 2005 09:32 AM (7K6EQ)

3 This is probably a dumb question, but did Mike tell you submit that one entry to the New Blog Showcase: http://lettersfromnyc.blogspot.com/2004/06/jaccuse.html or did he just help you write it? Funny thing is, I almost didn't read that post, since it started out in French. Good thing I scrolled down a bit :-)

Posted by: Harvey at April 07, 2005 11:12 AM (tJfh1)

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