Coming Full Circle

I woke up this morning, an crawled out of bed, even though I didn’t want to. As I was getting ready, I was mentally trying to decide what I would wear today.  I finally decided I would wear today what I wore that first day almost nine months ago.  It would be fitting to end it the way it started.

Today was my final court date.  As of 9:30 this morning, I have no more court dates, no further court appearances.  After 23 days in jail, $650 in bond money, over $1000 in court costs, fines and attorney’s fees and hundreds of miles on the road, 3 years probation and 50 hours community service, I am done.  Just a week shy of nine months after I got pulled over on my way back from dropping the girls off.

I knew from the first court date there would be no additional time, I would get credit for those 23 days I spent locked up this summer.  I figured it would cost me a small fortune, and I was right, but I will not spend another night in jail.  I will sleep in the bed of my own choice every night.

And for those of you asking,  yes, I wore my purple shoes.  I probably will put them away, retire them from the line-up. They brought me luck, they kept me out of jail, but they have are now associated with court, and if I never see a courtroom again I’ll be ok.

I walked out of the courtroom today, finally finished.  Not only did I wear the same outfit to this court date as I did the first court date, I ended this journey in the same county I started it.  I have come full circle.

About Becky

While control is an illusion, organization helps to manage the chaos of our lives. Becky was diagnosed with bipolar disorder in 2007. She has found that when her life and home are organized her bipolar mind is less manic. She shares her attempts at managing the chaos of living with her fiance and tweenage step-daughter, while trying to be a good parent to her mostly grown children who live 2 hours away.

3 comments to Coming Full Circle

  • First, congrats!! It has been a long road. But once again, you have come through and kicked ass. Like anyone had any doubts. Come on, it’s you and it’s bound to be amazing!

    I was going to ask about the shoes.

    Love you and congrats again! You are one pretty strong, amazing person. Always, always remember that!

  • I don’t know how strong I am, I keep creating these messes. My life would be so much easier if I would just stop fucking it up. And yes, I wore the shoes, and yes, I put them in their box and put them in the top of my closet.
    Now I need to buy a new pair.