When I'm not boring you with tales about how happy I am to be a stay-at-home-mom, I'm usually nattering on about how thrilled I am to have left the practice of law - that is, unless we're discussing shoes here. Why aren't we discussing shoes here?
Anywhoo, the point is - yes, I do have one - what if I have to / decide to go back to work outside of the home someday, and I'm on record here about how much I didn't like the law? Much as I like what I'm doing now, there will come a day when Master P + Imaginary Future Child will be off to school - what then? How smart is it to be rambling on a public blog - in lawyer speak, on the record - about how my old profession wasn't right for me, when I might need or want to work again one day?
|I couldn't find a lawyerly photo of myself, so you get Master P blowing his chances with the lawnmower industry instead. There's a giving them the finger joke in there that I am far too mature to make.|
|Younger, blonder, but more miserable.|
Um. I do occasionally debate whether it's brave or exceptionally stupid of me. Wait, don't answer that - I know which one it is. Foolishness aside, I candidly type here about this in hopes I can help someone (anyone) avoid feeling stuck in the wrong job - and also as a challenge to myself to not fall back into the devil I know.
For every year I practiced law, I told myself, "Just one more year" and "Let's pay off X loan, then you can look into teaching or something else (anything else)". I'm glad to have met some personal and financial goals in doing so. I'm proud of having pushed through something that largely didn't come naturally to me, but . . . no. Not again.
I don't write this to create my own barnburner of a resignation letter (if a terribly tardy one at that) - that's not my style - nor am I ripping up my Bar cards or attacking the many incredible people with whom I once worked. I'm fortunate to have practiced for & with some terrific folks, and I don't write any of this to reflect badly on any - ok, most - of them. It was the practice, not the people, that was the problem.
Rather, I want to challenge myself right here to do better, to find something (if finances/circumstances permit, of course) that challenges me in all the good ways, or at least doesn't make me dread going to work. I want to do as Ms. Maura did and be brave enough to pursue something I've always wanted to do. I don't have it figured out yet, and I'm grateful that I don't have to, but I'm declaring myself open to a new possibility.
No Mo' Mondays, darlings - let that probably stupid, definitely liberating smoke (sparkly pink clouds, as I'm envisioning it) fly. Can I get an "AMEN!" from any fellow bridge-burners?