Starting Over

Posted on | February 3, 2018 | No Comments

When I looked at my life on December 31st, I felt…. stagnant.

Yes, I realize that’s a ridiculous thing to say when you’re 40 with a new-ish baby, and a new-ish husband. But I’m one of those people who needs new adventures. I need something on the horizon… something good, something bad… just SOMETHING.

So on January 1st, I wrote an email to an attorney I admire. It was nothing more than a spontaneous reach out to soothe some of the anxiety I was having at not going anywhere.

But then he responded nearly immediately.

And one week later I was sitting in an unfamiliar office with two familiar attorneys, laughing and talking about career options.

One week after that, I had a job offer and a decision to make.

For those of you who have been around a while, you may recall that when I got divorced, I had to haul it out of Savannah at rapid speed. I was so lucky to find a firm back in Macon who wanted me and I signed on the dotted line. I started to work there on June 1, 2011.

On January 19th, 2018, I sat across the desk from my boss of nearly 7 years, and told her it was time for me to move on.

It was one of the most difficult decisions I’ve made thus far in my life, and I don’t say that with a smirk.

See, when I joined the firm 7ish years ago, I didn’t just start a job; I started a new life. Shortly after I started, we hired another attorney. Then six months later, we hired a third attorney and a law clerk. Then six years went by and those three people were three of the best friends I’ve ever had. 

The thing about being a lawyer is that shit very often gets incredibly real. And nine times out of ten the only people who understand the realness that comes with being a lawyer are other lawyers. These three in particular, knew nearly exactly what my life was like for six years. They experienced the highs and lows alongside me. They were the unofficial planners/photographers/cake wrapper-uppers at my wedding. They love my boys like their own.

And leaving that sort of environment… where you work with your people… is incredibly difficult. It felt so much like closing a door instead of opening one. It felt like abandoning ship in the middle of the ocean, with no life raft, while an incredibly awesome party was taking place on deck.

But sometimes you just have to hold your nose and jump. And so I did.

I start my new job on Monday morning.

Here’s to new beginnings all over again. And if these three think they’ve seen the last of me… they are sorely mistaken. Because Goonies never say die, y’all… and dammit, I love you guys.



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