This week began a new era for me, my family, and most likely my law practice.
My father, after more than four decades of journalism and 36 years with The Denver Post, retired this past Friday.
He intends to play with his grandchildren and enjoy his first Christmas break in my entire life. I am looking forward to having him with me and the kids as we decorate trees, shop for little gifts, bake cookies, and play in the snow. I am so pleased that I can share this holiday with him, it is the best gift I could ask for.
Next year, he will likely be joining my practice. He may go to law school, he may focus instead on mediation. We are still working out the details. He is going to manage my legal blog, and continue to break down complex legal concepts and legislation for those who wish to read it. I am excited to have such a great person to work with as I follow this often isolating path.
I am proud of his illustrious career in Colorado politics, but I am most proud of his dreams. At 63, his dreams are still going strong. He has worked his whole life, with long days and under stressful conditions, because he had a family to support and other people’s dreams to build. Now, he can work for himself. He gets to do what he wants, on his schedule, on his terms.
My father has supported my dreams for 33 years. He has helped me do everything I have ever wanted to do. Now, finally, I can return the favor.
I love you Dad, you have always been, and will always be, my Hero.
Thank you all for your messages of support. Things are still quiet here in my practice, but I got a fair amount of legal work done this week, and spoke with a friend who has started a business. He reminded me that two months is nothing starting a business, and I may have a much longer wait ahead of me to see a reward.
Maybe it’s being sick, maybe it’s the economy, but today I feel as though nothing I am trying to do is possible.
I am isolated, working from a desk under the stairs to my bedroom, my only daytime interaction with the under 8 crowd. There is no real pay for what I do, no recognition from peers, only an increasingly depressing bank balance, and no end in sight.
Why did I think I could start a practice and care for my kids? How is it possible that three years of killing study, endless pro-bono work, and a mortgage worth of loans could render me less employable then before?
I can’t get a job outside the legal industry, because I am a huge quit risk, clearly likely to leave for a better position as soon as I am offered one. I can’t get a job in the legal industry because I don’t have enough experience, or I focused too much on my family while in school, and didn’t hit the top 10% of my class.
It looks like dark days ahead, and I can’t find the light at the end of the tunnel.
I know I have been given breaks in my life, clearly I have or I wouldn’t be sitting here, highly educated, complaining. However, if I don’t get this final break, a friggin paying job or practice, then those other breaks will mean little.
Managing life with chronic illness requires savvy spoons