Day 2: Power Play

Ok, I know that I skipped yesterday in my newly acquired blogging routine. However, I will render the account of yesterday's as I best recall:

Today I woke up feeling empowered and ready to take on the world. My Panamanian self, clad in the reddest shade of red I could get my hands on, proceeded to meet my legal sidekick, my very own and very first attorney. After a few laps around the previously unknown office building, I found her small yet properly arranged headquarters. I was welcomed with a smile, as if the case was won before I even mustered a single word. They knew I meant business, and were expecting me to fill in the initial details.

Invited to seat for the preview to my meeting with destiny, I hurriedly filled a form with the minutiae of my personal whereabouts and "whatabouts." As I watched the hands of the wall clock race each other in their endless dance, I noticed an award certificate strategically displayed to ensue confidence... it worked! I was glad to know my attorney was winning awards, which I interpreted as meaning she was also winning cases, lots of them. But this was not a fight to destroy someone who shattered the very essence of my womanhood. Instead, this was a fight to re-build my self, my trust, my desire to be loved in kind. So, I want to win, I have to win, I have to...

I was not prepared for what I saw when the door opened. She was young, almost baby-faced. Was that really her? She had a kind and pleasant demeanor, almost lamb-like. Oh, but when the door to the boardroom closed behind us, and she began to speak, I felt a rush of confidence in this young juris doctor. She was sensible and supportive without being patronizing. I could not understand how someone I just met could make me feel that everything was going to be OK, and in less than sixty minutes! I was sold.

So, as the "opposing team" is out serving their penalty, we set out to take the power play head on and hope that victory will be swift.