"Do you like being a lawyer?" The amount of times I get asked this by people is resounding. Over the past four years (the length of time in which I have been an attorney) the answer has evolved, or should I say-devolved-progressively. "Sure, I do." it began. Not the typical exuberant, "newly admitted attorney" response, but I've always been a realist. Then it slid into, "I like being a lawyer, but just don't like the type of law I practice." Though, to be fair who could be truly passionate about securities and investment fraud? But even after ditching the boring financial field, the answer was still, "it's alright." And as of late, I've become known around my office as the...
I think our society is finally starting to scratch the surface of what that word encompasses. Sometimes it doesn't mean heels and skirts and lipstick. Sometimes being a woman means riding your longboard in Brooklyn on the weekends and kicking around in a snapback.
Last week I bought a plant. I asked the florist how to tend for it and the advice he gave me was simple and profound. "If you want the plant to stay small, keep it in a small pot. If you want it to grow big and luscious, plant it in a larger pot. But keep increasing the size of the pots gradually as it grows."
There is a difference between being faithful and being foolish. Between being loyal and being lackadaisical. Between being doting and being a doormat. And like every good poker player knows, winning is about knowing when to hold them and knowing when to fold them.