All Good Things Must Come to an End

I have a really great job. I am an attorney at one of the top law firms in the world, and I work with exceptionally bright and talented people who treat me well and value my work.

I worked hard to get here. I studied my butt off in college so that I could get into an Ivy League law school. I killed myself in law school so I would be able to get any job I wanted. Vik and I took on nearly six figures of debt to finance my education.

The legal market is still stinging from the ongoing recession and thousands of talented and experienced attorneys have been laid off. Even in an up-market, “BigLaw” is not the type of treadmill that one can step off and on at one’s own convenience.

It is for all of these reasons that I will be returning to the wonderful world of private legal practice. Tomorrow.

I would be lying if I said I was not extremely conflicted about this decision. On the one hand, there are all of the valid and compelling reasons I just listed. On the other hand, there is the fact that when I lock eyes with Oliver during a nursing session or I am rocking him to sleep in the glider, I feel more settled, more at peace, and more fulfilled than I ever dreamed possible.

Am I making the right decision? Who knows. I know Oliver will be fine. Better than fine. He will be great. We have a fantastic nanny who he already adores. He is a happy and adaptable little guy. And, I think I will be fine too. Eventually. Maybe. I hope.

Month One

Month Two

Month Three

So Pleased With HimselfMonth Five

Month Six

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