Monday, August 2, 2010

So. Very. Happy.

I spent some time this weekend throwing out a decade's worth of legal papers and practice group journals. I'm not going to lie - it wasn't entirely easy to accept that that part of my life is over.

But it got easier and easier . . .

By Sunday I was positively giddy.

(Note to self for therapist - explore possibility of psychosis of some description.)

It felt as if the weight of the world had been lifted off of my shoulders. I felt like running for a really long time. I felt like weeding. I felt like buying new furniture. I felt like cleaning. I smiled a lot.

(Note to self - no longer have lawyer's salary. Do NOT buy new furniture.)
(Note to self - surprisingly, don't care.)


  1. Email me - what happened?
    You coming for dindins in TO?

  2. I know this feeling well. A few years ago, when I switched to a technical field, I unloaded ten years of detritus from my academic career in the humanities, and it felt so liberating. I wish you lots of success doing what you love more.

    And you might find cooler "new" furniture at thrift shops and estate sales anyways.

  3. Bye bye detritus!

    (Moreover, the best furniture is usually free--you know, the good, old stuff that was in some elderly person's attic for 30 years and suddenly finds its way to the curb because a family member with no imagination doesn't realize that a little sandpaper and tung oil is all that's needed to expose a diamond in the rough.)

  4. Okay, for the record, I commented before reading Staircase Witch's comment. How spooky is that?!

  5. Maybe I'm your double! Like in La Double Vie de Veronique. There are two Juliets: one is a lawyer, and the other is a computer science geek...

    (although my real name isn't actually Juliet).

    This means we should never meet. That might cause a rift in the space-time continuum. Or something.

  6. Staircase, I think it may be beyond our control. And just think, it all began here on AG's blog....