So everybody’s been saying it the whole time. I mean my mom, your mom, Disney, the Bible, our gut biome. I’m talking about life wisdom. Lame preaching yaya but for real.
The golden rule gold: get out there, show up, smile, do shit you love, speak honestly, serve others, do the best you can.
For the past six years, and the three years of law school before that, I thought the golden rule of practicing law was suits, and ties, and slicked back hair, no tattoos, no piercings. No thanks.
So I did food trucks, dishwasher, Christmas tree salesman, Whole Foods Baker, and then graduate school in creative writing.
Now I’m back to the bridge I thought I left behind 6 years ago. Paying unpaid bar dues, catching up on 6 years of CLEs, yada yada.
This afternoon I called two of my dads lawyer friends and they said yeah yeah you can def do law. Just go to where the people are and give of yourself and have a positive attitude and be social and help other lawyers and everything will be groovy. They said giving is the best thing for business because it shows people you care and it puts my face in front of their‘s. It’s the best advertising. I was rather mind blown by the simplicity of their advice. As simple as the golden rule: do onto others as you would have done to your self.
Which woah. Like I said. The whole time it wasn’t what I thought. Law, I mean. Was I projecting? Or just afraid? Or was I not ready? I’m seeing law differently now. Nothing to do with suits ties and hair gel. After law school, I chewed the heavy gum of bitterness toward the world and sucked on the jolly rancher known as rejection of the old order. This resentment turned into vengeance violence in a way, where I lived to spite the Establishment. But this sort of imploded. The way all things implode when you carry them.
It’s funny how fate spins you full circle. Funny may be the wrong word. Fishy. Freaky. Fascinating.