I did not get a good night’s sleep last night. I woke up around 4 and couldn’t fall back to sleep. My dreams faded before I could record them into memory. Around 5, I got out of bed and did my exercises so that I could move my lunch hour around for my lawyer call this morning. I walked my mile around 6, finding my legs to be pretty sore after last night’s Office Hours workout.
I felt anxious about the call with the lawyer, for which I blame my previous lawyer. The calls with the previous lawyer always left me feeling like something was wrong, and I was the one causing the issue. There’s a good reason that I moved on to a different one to put in my petition for a withheld judgment upon completion of my probation.
I focused on work, and got a few things done before it was time for the call. The call itself went just fine. This lawyer is so much easier to work with. I wish I had reached out to her in the first place, but at the time I was not in the mindset to shop around and I went with what was then the known quantity. She thinks we have a good argument, and I’m hopeful that it will resolve in my favor after it gets filed tomorrow.
A lot of my afternoon was taken up with meetings, which was good. Something to focus on and to help the time pass a bit faster. I got some homework from the meetings to work on as well, some of which I finished once the meetings were done.
After work, I ate dinner and then went for my walk. The sky was beautiful, full of clouds painted with light. I got back just in time for zoom with my parents. My brother couldn’t make it tonight, but I really needed to have the time with my parents. We read through the petition and caught one additional typo that I hadn’t caught that afternoon. Hopefully that can be corrected before filing, but it won’t be the end of the world if it isn’t.
I’m still feeling super emotional. I’m amazed that I’ve made it. My probation expires at midnight. I will have completed the full year, and done everything that was required of me. No violations. I didn’t even use marijuana when I was in Illinois where it is legal. And I did it without Ambrose. Missing him all the way. It’s funny; him being here would have made things a lot easier for me over the last year, but if he were here, then I would never have gotten into trouble in the first place.
I anticipate the petition’s resolution will take a few weeks. My hope is to have something by the time I’m back from the business trip in March. Well, not something. My hope is to have it granted. My fervent desire. I believe that it will be, but nothing in life is guaranteed.
