You advocate for your clients to the tune of 2500 or 3000 or even 3500 billable hours a year. You let your life be consumed by briefs, contracts, client hand-holding, preparation for depos and trials. You devote yourself to the cause whether or not you fundamentally believe in its worth.
Tell me, when are you going to take even just an hour to be an advocate for yourself? When are you going to do something about how much you hate aspects of your job or life? When are you going to risk hoping that you can feel better?
When are you going to do what you know would help you feel better - for the long term, not just the quick fix?
Go to my website. Email me there. Take a moment to advocate for yourself, and get on the path out of misery.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Signs It's Time to Address the Problem
Signs it’s Time to Address the Problem
- You can count the hours of sleep you get each night on one hand
- You have escape fantasies about leaving the law on a daily basis
- You have trouble falling asleep and/or wake early
- You write eloquent descriptions of your despair
- You have to stop to think when asked, “How many nights did you sleep at the office last month?”
- You settle cases you know you shouldn’t, but you can’t stand the anxiety of litigation
- Your chest tenses and jaw tightens at the mere name of one or more colleagues, opposing counsel, or judge
- Your weight fluctuates with your workload and trial dates
- The last time you took time off work you attended a funeral
- You can’t accomplish even simple tasks at times
- Your loved one’s eyes glaze over when you complain about work
- You’ve given up complaining because you don’t think your loved one will ever understand
- You live in fear of being laid off
- You’ve been laid off
- You don't think it will ever get any better
- Door-to-door encyclopedia sales is looking better and better!
My clients change patterns in their lives just like these. Drop me an email. Let's schedule time to see how I can help you.
- You can count the hours of sleep you get each night on one hand
- You have escape fantasies about leaving the law on a daily basis
- You have trouble falling asleep and/or wake early
- You write eloquent descriptions of your despair
- You have to stop to think when asked, “How many nights did you sleep at the office last month?”
- You settle cases you know you shouldn’t, but you can’t stand the anxiety of litigation
- Your chest tenses and jaw tightens at the mere name of one or more colleagues, opposing counsel, or judge
- Your weight fluctuates with your workload and trial dates
- The last time you took time off work you attended a funeral
- You can’t accomplish even simple tasks at times
- Your loved one’s eyes glaze over when you complain about work
- You’ve given up complaining because you don’t think your loved one will ever understand
- You live in fear of being laid off
- You’ve been laid off
- You don't think it will ever get any better
- Door-to-door encyclopedia sales is looking better and better!
My clients change patterns in their lives just like these. Drop me an email. Let's schedule time to see how I can help you.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
No wonder lawyers don't feel like they understand themselves.
I was just hit by a BFO (Blinding Flash of the Obvious.)
I was just watching the trailer for the documentary, The Trials of Law School. The prof expounded on how they tear down 1L’s, how they’re never the same, and how they learn to think like lawyers. Every lawyer has heard that. No big surprise.
That’s when the BFO struck me. No wonder lawyers feel like they don’t understand themselves. Lawyers are one human being up until entering law school. They walk in as one human being to undertake this program of study and walk out three years later as a vastly different human being.
No wonder lawyers need help understanding themselves. The very fact of who they are as human beings has changed through the course of study.
I was just watching the trailer for the documentary, The Trials of Law School. The prof expounded on how they tear down 1L’s, how they’re never the same, and how they learn to think like lawyers. Every lawyer has heard that. No big surprise.
That’s when the BFO struck me. No wonder lawyers feel like they don’t understand themselves. Lawyers are one human being up until entering law school. They walk in as one human being to undertake this program of study and walk out three years later as a vastly different human being.
No wonder lawyers need help understanding themselves. The very fact of who they are as human beings has changed through the course of study.
Monday, August 3, 2009
Perspective Shifts
My dad was born in Chillicothe, Ohio - home of a papermill and its requisite scent. Until I was 10, I had a great-grandparent living there. I hated visiting.
That great-grandma was not a particularly kind human being. There were few redeeming factors in the experience. I do have a beautiful dresser from that house. Other than the dresser, all my childhood memories of the town are rather negative because of the great-grandma there.
Fast forward to 2003. After my grandmother's death, we spent time in Chillicothe on our way to smaller towns to bury ashes.
Chillicothe had become a really nice little town. Old buildings. The railroad station where my great-grandfather worked for the B&O. The house where my father was born. The hill where my great-grandfather let my dad drive a deuce and a half truck when he was 7.
Somehow the smell of the papermill was so much less. Probably my perspective changing...
That was a good day. The proverbial walk down memory lane - but it wasn't really memory lane. It was a creation of memory. Revamped memories to reflect what was there all along that I was too young to see - history, architecture, hills, connection of past to present.
Same reality. Same hills. Same town.
Entirely different experience for me.
That's how everything is. Our perspective creates the experience.
That great-grandma was not a particularly kind human being. There were few redeeming factors in the experience. I do have a beautiful dresser from that house. Other than the dresser, all my childhood memories of the town are rather negative because of the great-grandma there.
Fast forward to 2003. After my grandmother's death, we spent time in Chillicothe on our way to smaller towns to bury ashes.
Chillicothe had become a really nice little town. Old buildings. The railroad station where my great-grandfather worked for the B&O. The house where my father was born. The hill where my great-grandfather let my dad drive a deuce and a half truck when he was 7.
Somehow the smell of the papermill was so much less. Probably my perspective changing...
That was a good day. The proverbial walk down memory lane - but it wasn't really memory lane. It was a creation of memory. Revamped memories to reflect what was there all along that I was too young to see - history, architecture, hills, connection of past to present.
Same reality. Same hills. Same town.
Entirely different experience for me.
That's how everything is. Our perspective creates the experience.
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