I cannot stand being alone with my thoughts. So many could-have-beens and so many what-ifs just bother me. Years ago, I used to tell myself that there is no better place and time than NOW, and I meant it. But I can no longer sincerely tell myself that. The memories just haunt me.I’ll be happy to be transported to five years ago. Or four years ago. And even three years ago. And especially three and a half years ago. But I’m happy to be in law school now. I think it’s the best decision I’ve ever made. But I’ve done and said so many things impulsively that I just want to correct them. I’d like to go through it all one more time, but with more grace, maturity and intelligence.