Random Senses of Arrival

Discussing Uribe with a quite-gorgeous 6ft-plus-tall red-headed Scandinavian political-science professor over avocado and arrugula.  One so-seldom gets to write such things.   
Having the State nolle pross or offer CTS on all of our divisions trial cases.  Almost like they were scared to go to trial.  Heh.
Introducing a dear friend to Jesus Christ, Vampire Hunter and other random cultural goodies - and not infecting her with the plague.
Watching the State implode (bad faith violations/misrepresentations to the court) to the point where we flat-out manhandled a Richardson hearing into a nolle pross.
4 unexpected weekend phonecalls from old friends - none more northerly than the Carolinas.
Actual moments of unexpected just-nothing-happening which feels surprisingly like boredom.
Still being sick.
Spending a night reading poetry aloud. 
Being totally unphased (but still confused) when a slightly-something inmate started screaming at me, "You're a fucking vampire!" over and over. 
Cresting over the eleven-hundred client mark.  That's in 200 days here.   
Hearing nice things about my rep. and practice from strangers via strangers.

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I am filled with an increasing conviction that I have space to make things happen now.  I'm not sure why I have this sense of "yeah, I can handle it" pushing-everything-backness. 

Perhaps it's a feeling that our division is back to full strength with the addition of our new cracker-jack trial partner (it's now me, The Mayor, and our new Lioness, which drops us under 200 cases per person for the first time in a couple of months).  Perhaps it's now that I'm most Sr. attorney in our division, on either side of the aisle.  (We burn through 'em fast, and my "status" is purely nominal and measured only in weeks - but it's pretty cool to have been able to implement a plan, remake a division, and start bringing people into that plan.)  Perhaps I'm thinking creatively about the law again; enough recent arguments have stuck at trial to, I hope, give the state pause.  But beyond that, I feel I'm again starting to braid interesting ideas together strategically and am once again getting aggressive with the state. 

While I can still grow (tons! obviously!) as an attorney - I feel less "rushed" about it.  I don't mean that to sound lazy, but rather that I feel I am actually working on growing *now,* instead of being caught in the mad rush of clients, cases and trials, all-the-while hoping that "someday" I'll be able to start making legal headway. 

And what to do with my increasing amount of "free" time?  I think it's time to resuscitate my cooking and finish off a long lingering poetry project. 

Of course, this could all just be the cold medicine talking.

Comments

[Rebecca]

just super proud and psyched for you. glad everything is falling together, if only for today.