Now all my friends are having babies, I sometimes feel left out.
I’m still, slowly, putting the pieces back together. Who am I if I’m no longer a lawyer?
A yogi, for sure. A writer, too. An artist? I might. I’m puzzling, day by day, my life back together.
So I stopped by my parents after class, to say hi - and stayed for an hour or so, over diner.
It is my first day at work tomorrow and you’re not here
I did it. It is done.
My father told me you read what I write.
I must write.
If I do not write, I go crazy.
Oh my God. Something is happening. Something changed. I no longer hate my job. I thrive. On the adrenaline, law firm life. On the vibe, my friends, colleagues. On the work, what’s…