Yesterday, I was an attorney in private practice. And today, I’m not.
And all is well.
There comes a time when change occurs. It may be unexpected or predictable. Each has its own challenge and each, its own sort of celebration, a reason to cheer.
I am so freaking proud of the people I worked with, the ones who remain and the others who already have moved on. The ones who challenged me to be the best teacher and guide I could be. The ones who had creative ideas that floored me, and the ones who toiled in the hot summer sun (no A/C on the weekends, you know) and in the dark of many nights. The ones who found themselves. The ones who knew it mattered. The ones who cared as deeply as I.
And I’m so grateful for the clients and friends who placed their trust in me, sometimes literally on my shoulder, in a litigation bag, footfalls next to me as we traveled to court. What a leap of faith. What a gift for me to receive. They weren’t all battles, though the battles were many. Sometimes it didn’t require a battle at all; all it required was reassurance that their path was not littered with legal road bombs. These clients, too, gifted me with their faith and confidence. And each made my life richer.
One of the amazing characteristics of the legal community in which I’ve plyed my craft for more than two decades is that the people, the professionals, know and respect each other. They swap stories of kids and schools, gyms and spouses, vacations and red wine. They break bread. They slap each other on the back. Yes, that really does happen.
To be a part of this is to know goodness.
To know hard work. To embrace challenge and, yes, change. And, most importantly, to know integrity. To know, even in the toughest battles, that the scales are evenly balanced. To play tough but play fair.
Who could ask for more?