Busy bee

I have such a busy week ahead of me. And I must say, I like keeping occupied. It sure beats the alternative. I like feeling productive and I enjoy getting things done. Cross it off your list, move on to the next thing, and your week is going great. Today was spent at the courthouse again. Later this week I need to redraft a badly written contract someone showed me and then give business related law advice the next day. One thing I still have a hard time factoring in or penciling in is relaxation and sleep. It seems that going in front of a judge for me turns into a big production every time I do it, no matter how minor the issue at hand may be. Sometimes I'm not even inside for five minutes. But it's not what happens in the chambers that stresses me. I know what I'm doing, I do my research and the work that's required. It's everything that leads up to that on that day that upsets it. I won't deny it. I probably have it harder than most people. Does it take me longer to get ready? Of course. But I still need to look presentable. Wear a suit, button up my shirt and make sure that not a hair is out of place. That's not as easy as you think. I mostly use one hand and I lay down or kneel in order to get dressed. You need to make sure no piece of wardrobe is sticking out or gets twisted. Takes some time to get it right, and the more nervous I get about it or if I'm running out of time the more I have to fight my own body. Knowing this, I need to give myself as much time as possible. I got up bright and early today although my hearing was at two. And even though the issue was almost clerical and I knew this full well, I've tried not to let anything else distract me. I was in that zone, and for the preceding six hours I was just showering, getting dressed, having coffee, making sure I ate well, that I was there well before time. I considered writing on the blog or getting a jump start on the two issues down the line, but it would feel a bit like cheating on something that needs my full attention today. Then I had to make sure that I left in time to account for any possible delays. I can wait for the judge. The judge will not wait for me. One final sip of latte and I was off. Gave myself a final look to make sure my shirt and suit look well and that I've done a good job shaving. I have to say. There may never come a day when I'm not stressed getting ready or that putting on a suit and dress shoes is not a chore. But the more that I do it, the more I understand how my body works in situations like this. How much time I need and how to plan accordingly. So that I can look OK and allow myself to focus on saying or presenting what I came there to do. And to make sure that there are no surprises. But when I do get to cross off that one thing off my list, I feel truly accomplished