I’m blogging on my laptop! It’s been quite some time since it’s had a working screen, so I’ve been doing things on my phone a lot. However, I have a nice trip to North Carolina planned next month and I thought I’d like to have a larger screen to watch Netflix on as I cross the country. So… I paid money and had someone repair it for me.
I am enthusiastic about this trip for a number of reasons.
Of course, I’m looking forward to spending some quality time with my mom and the rest of my family. I wish I lived closer to them all for so many reasons. I’m also looking forward to the trees. And the green. There is no substitution for the huge, beautiful desert sky, but my affection for the Appalachian Mountains has grown over the years, and I’m looking forward to seeing them.
Also, though, this is my first true vacation since starting my job. It feels like a really big deal to be taking three weeks, but the time seemed like a necessity since I’ll be driving and I happen to be the slowest driver in the whole history of the world.
Taking that much time from work is going to be interesting. I’m going to work on my cases here and there while I’m away, just to make sure it isn’t unmanageable when I get back, but I hope to have a true and refreshing break.
I’ve been reflecting on work a lot lately, and I have to say that I feel truly blessed.
I honestly thought I’d go the route of representing kiddos. And when it came down to deciding where to be, I just felt an inexplicable pull toward criminal law. I’d spent a lot of law school focusing on an area of law called dependencies (when kids get removed from their parents because of abuse or neglect), and that seemed like the route I would or possibly even should go. There were jobs in dependencies when I was looking – none representing kids, but still, I could have worked in dependencies.
But there wasn’t a flame. I wasn’t jazzed about the cases. They mostly made me sad. And also, juries. There aren’t juries in dependencies. Judges decide everything. And judges are cool, but jeez… juries are just really, really cool. I don’t know how to describe it other than to say, the flame is just there for criminal law and jury trials. In the future, that could obviously change, but right now, every part of who I am feels aligned with this job.
There are also the people. I love my coworkers… every single one of them… but I really, really love the floor I’m on, the team I’m on, the mentors I have (both official and unofficial). I love my paralegal. My team leader. I’m still secretly afraid of some of the judges, but I love the courtroom. I love my clients. I feel supported and challenged. I feel… right. And, honestly, I feel unleashed for the first time in years.
We did a training at work a week or so ago, and all of the speakers talked in one way or another about the courtroom belonging to them. And it reminded me so much of softball. When I was playing softball, the pitching mound was this singular point in the world that was mine.
Every now and then, I think back to how much of an asshole I was during softball and how much I missed out, because I was not interested in my teammates. At. All. I wasn’t unkind to them. I supported them on the field as well as I knew how. I gave them credit for their successes (especially my catchers). But I didn’t support my teammates in life or care who they were off the field.
Because I was so single-minded as a teenager, I work really hard to be a decent human being now. That’s probably an odd thing to say, but I really, truly think about it a lot. I know myself and when I don’t work at being decent, I do not give a damn about others. I do not empathize. I do not help. I’m not aggressive or destructive towards others… I am just wired to ignore them and do my own thing.
I constantly work to change that about myself. I’m ashamed to admit that in some ways, it’s exhausting. Because I never get to be my true self. I’m always holding back the parts of myself that seem undesirable and I try to nurture the kindness and caring I wish were innate in me.
So, I’m not sure I’ve articulated it all that well, but it feels really lovely to have a space again where my primary concern should not be “being nice.”
I remember this time when I was a senior in high school, and we were playing the first important game of the season. It was a tournament. We were playing against our rival. I had just made a big change and quit the travel team I was on, and the coach I’d left behind was in the stands. And there were just a lot of people in the stands. It was a big matchup. There were reporters. So…. I worked myself into a frenzy.
I was generally a lunatic on the mound, by the way. When I think back on it, I’m not sure why my parents never once asked me to tone it down. I think, had I been in their shoes, I would have been embarrassed to claim me. I would get all sweaty, and then kick dirt around and repeatedly pick up dirt and rub it all over my hands. Half of the sweat on me would turn into mud. There were times when I legit had mud caked inside my nostrils. And I would sing, because for hours before a game, I’d be getting revved up. I’d listen to one song again and again and again for hours, on repeat. For hours. If I wasn’t singing on the mound, I was talking loudly. To myself. For everyone to hear. More than one umpire asked my catcher what the hell I was doing. I was absolutely off my rocker.
So, I was really fired up for this particular game. A lot of people were watching, and it I felt really important.
I went to throw the first pitch of the game. I think that pitch might be the hardest one I’ve ever thrown. The only problem was, I threw that damn thing straight into the ground. I’m not saying I rolled it to the plate. I’m saying that it barely made it to the plate, because it was 60 ish mph straight down.
And the strange thing was, I didn’t even bat an eyelash. Everyone had seen it. I was supposed to be this magnificent hero in the senior year to beat all senior years, and I’d thrown this horrible pitch right out of the gates for all to see.
But, I just went ahead and struck that batter out and threw a great game.
At work, I’ve said some sort of dumb things. In court. Nothing really shameful just yet. But awkward. Clunky. Off. And there are always people there, seeing it. The way the court calendars work, there are double digit numbers of defendants who have hearings scheduled at the same time. All of their attorneys are in the courtroom, and we see each other having our hearings.
But the courtroom is very like the pitching mound. You just take note of what happened. Of where you went wrong. Learn from it. And throw the next three pitches and the rest of the game.
Also, you practice. I understand practice. Showing up every day and putting in the work… drilling. Throwing that same pitch 50x a day, every day. And throwing all of your other pitches every day. So you’ll be ready. So you can unleash hell on your opponent when the time comes.
It really is nice to again have a space where I can let myself do all of the things I am wired to do. I really do love my job.
But back on-track: I’m going to North Carolina! I’m excited to have a break. Also, I’m looking to refocus a bit.
I don’t know about all of you, but I’m still reeling from 2020. I feel like I whine about it a lot, but everything just happened so incredibly fast. Covid hit. Dad died. I graduated. I started a new job. I studied for the Bar. I took the Bar. I passed the Bar. I ended it with Russ. My nephew killed himself. I started a new job.
And, notwithstanding the state of the world right now, I’m starting to feel stable. It’s come in increments, for sure, but I’m realizing how much I have ignored in order to just survive the past couple of years.
I haven’t been to church since 2019 ish. I’ve been doing things to sort of steward myself, so I don’t think I’ve been stagnant spiritually, but it’s an enormous loss in my life not to be plugged into a church. And I don’t really know how to get back into it. Also, it’s not a matter of just going back to my previous church. I can’t recall what I’ve shared about it, but I really lost the esteem in which I held my church. So I would have to find a new one. And, well, it’s effing hard to find a church. So… I don’t know. I feel the loss and don’t really have a plan for what I want to do about it.
Also, I haven’t been sitting at coffee shops, reading, blogging, and meeting with friends. Hannah and I have got a nice thing going where we’re meeting up every couple of weeks. And doing that with her just made me realize how much I haven’t been sitting in coffee shops for two years. I actually also miss coffee shops being my only source of internet connection. I hate having the internet at home. I know that’s weird, but it’s a great feeling to be disconnected at home and I miss it. I feel I have to keep internet access at home nowadays in case I have to work from home. Also, I’m now using an XBOX One, which doesn’t work without an internet connection. But it’s sad. Coffee shops previously held an oddly significant space in my life, and I’ve lost that.
Additionally, I haven’t been going to yoga classes.
I haven’t been in a comic book club.
I haven’t gone to conventions.
I haven’t had dinners with friends and game nights and movie nights.
For quite a while there, I hadn’t even gone to the grocery store. I was having my groceries delivered.
I haven’t traveled.
I haven’t gone to the theater to see movies.
I haven’t gone to the theater to see plays.
Until December, I hadn’t been running races.
The loss really was substantial. And sudden. And lingering.
And I haven’t adjusted. I haven’t made space in my life for Covid so much as I stopped living, thinking Covid was temporary.
So, I’m thinking on how to do life again.
It’s kind of a Maslow’s Hierarchy thing. I was in survival mode for so long… Now, I can hopefully put some joys back into my life that had to be set aside for a bit. I’m reevaluating. Restructuring. Reprioritizing. Now that the job feels stable (there is always more to learn, but I’m happy and… you know, I’m not expecting to get fired anytime soon) – now that things have generally settled down, I’m looking at establishing new routines and a new normal, that feeds joy into my heart.
I wonder what things everyone else feels they lost from Covid? Mom and I talk a lot, so I know what she says she lost. I also listen to a podcast that focuses on the different ways Covid has impacted people. But it’s just such a substantial loss for me, and really, it’s a big shitpile of many, many losses for all of us.