"Eat, sleep, do it again."
Since the middle of August, I’ve taken one day off - October
6th. Other than that day, I’ve
been working seven days a week, each week. As I prepare to take a few days off
for Thanksgiving, I want to share some reflections here.
I have been working non-stop mostly because of the panic,
insecurity, and stubbornness related to a new job, my first one actually
practicing law. In May, after spending 10 years doing child welfare data
analysis, I decided to scale back my consulting and try something I have no
idea how to do – represent clients with civil legal problems. The idea that I
would someday practice law was starting
to feel elusive, and I would catch myself daydreaming about what type of lawyer
I would be instead of actually taking steps to carve out time to be a lawyer.
So I took the plunge.
The transition has been unforgiving. I took a full-time
staff attorney position in May, yet stubbornly convinced myself I could continue
managing my consulting projects. I was wrong, and my penance has been working
non-stop since, except on October 6th. I have been working so much because I
have no idea what I am doing, and in the face of that dilemma, going to the
office any day I am home in Columbia to read and write and work seemed like the
right thing to do. Except on October 6th.
I was scheduled to be in Birmingham for some consulting work
on October 5th and noticed that Americana musician Shakey Graves was playing at
Iron City that night. I love Shakey Graves, so I impulsively bought two tickets
to the show, delayed my flight home a day, and flew my wife out to spend the
evening in Birmingham. Walking to Iron City, we felt young.
Here we are at Iron City in B'Ham - Shakey is about to take the stage.
It was a great night capped off by an unforgettable
performance. Midway through the set, Shakey Graves started a song I never paid
much attention to beforehand. As the band worked together to slowly establish
the melody, harmony, and rhythm, Shakey introduced the song stating, “Don’t be
that mopey person that gets stuck in a routine and uses escapism, don’t feel
sorry for yourself… just do something.”
Since then, Shakey Graves’ music has carried me through
Saturdays drafting direct examinations and Sundays writing briefs. It’s been in
the background on Tuesdays driving to client meetings and on my headphones
during the occasional Thursday night flights to my beloved consulting gigs I refuse to give up. That song in particular always catches my
attention, delightfully causing me to lose focus for just a moment and “drift
off into my head.” That song in particular reminds me that my discomfort in
learning a new skill – practicing law – is exactly what I need to be doing.
I took this job because I wanted to use my law degree to
help people in my community. Most of my panic and insecurity has resulted from
the idea of standing up in court on behalf of a client with a real problem. It is
a big jump to go from convincing child welfare stakeholders the value of administrative data to convincing a judge that he or she should think
differently about my client, because this family is different from all the
other families the judge has interacted with. Standing up in court happened
first on Halloween, and for the second time earlier today. Both went well enough, but I
hope I get better. As I keep practicing, keep working, and keep trying, I know
I will.
My friend Vivek recently took up the guitar. That’s not all
that different from what I am doing with this new job. We spend time pushing
ourselves in ways we don’t need to, but in ways for which we constantly long. As
I was reminded on October 6th, I don’t ever have “to dream about all of the
things that I’ll never do." Instead, on Monday, after a few days off, I
am going to get up and do them. Whether you are learning to play guitar or
learning to practice law, it is important for us to do things that are outside our
comfort zone and push ourselves into unfamiliar and challenging situations. I
think it makes us better advocates, and I know it makes us better humans.
The parents I represent need a kick-ass lawyer, one who
leaves them hopeful about their family and their home and their decisions. I
strive to be that lawyer, and I’m proud to be working every day to make that
happen. Except on October 6th, when I spent the day flying home from Birmingham
after spending the evening chasing my youth with my wife. And except for the
next few days, where I plan to enjoy time with my family, resting up so I can
“eat, sleep, do it again.”
Happy Thanksgiving.
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