Side comment about my wonderful trip to visit the family. I was out with two good friends after my graduation. One of them is in her 50s, she was a teacher at my HS when I was there. And the other is a friend I have known since middle school. Ms.50 asks what type of law I'm thinking of going into. I responded corporate. Her reply was a bit surprising. She proceeded to tell us all about the boyfriend of her daughter, son of a corporate female lawyers. He doesn't feel comfortable cooking in their kitchen b/c his mom freaks if things get messed up. He has been raised by nannies and prefers their house b/c it feels more like a home. The older brother of the bf is a drug addict and they both hate their mother, who is in a loveless marriage. FAIL!
My friend and I just sat there is shock, mozzarella stick cheese hanging from our mouths as she went through this story. I knew she wasn't saying this was how my life was going to end up, but I had just finished telling her that we were going to get a nanny once I started working...awkward. I wasn't angry, she was very tired, almost to the point of delirium, but it certainly made me think, great another mother-as-a-working-lawyer-and-totally-ruining-the-lives-of-her-children-and-husband. I haven't even started working yet and I already have this anxiety. That and all of the scumbag lawyer jokes my great uncles insists on telling me. His first words to me are always, "So you're still going to become one of those scumbag lawyers?" (Insert joke). Good to see you again too. Nothing like family and close friends to make you doubt yourself.
Climb Mountains. Fear Sharks.
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