I got my very first traffic ticket on Wednesday. It felt really awful. I had that terrible sinking feeling when I was pulled over. I made it almost 10 years without ever getting a ticket. (Parking tickets are not the same. I’ve had 3 of those since moving to San Francisco, all because of street sweeping, early mornings, and tired brain.) I almost made it to 26 years old without a ticket. I have a hard time not beating myself up over mistakes like this, because I hate paying for my mistakes. I mean literally paying money for mistakes. I spent some time that evening beating myself up over it, paying that ticket in an emotional way, which by the way, turns out I don’t like paying for things in an emotional way either. With a little help and a hug from my intern, and some encouraging words from my mom, I got over feeling so bad, and got on with my week.
I just finished my first week of school. Aside from one potentially tremendously intense class, I think its going to be a really good semester.
