Stronger, better, faster

Yesterday's rant about the possibility that my friends are starting to see me as one of the hated lawyers got me thinking...

I love the process I am going through to become a lawyer. I do not regret this.

My critical thinking skills have sharpened. My ability to discriminate between nuances and predict outcomes is improved. I am finally undoing the damage my vocabulary suffered when I picked up spanish as a second language. My intellect is creakily moving again and curiosity is arching her back in the dusty attic of my mind. I feel distant stirrings, passion?

*If I can get it right, there are still great battles to be fought. I need to be vigilent! The property owners and power brokers do not want to be deposed, they do not want to see a fair fight, and they are winning. What is best for society is not what is best for one side of the table.

It's horrifically unfeminine to want to be be a defender, to force the strongman's hand to do what is right instead of what is expedient or temporarily desireable. We speak of arguments in the law that are sword and shield. Our swords are our words, our pens. We defend only with our wit's end and midnight jags of frantic writing.

Grant that I find stamina and compassion in short order,
and that I reach the point where you may address me in a low tone, as counsellor.













*I reserve the right to change this entry in the morning if I find the emotion embarrasing or the naive optimism too maudlin and trite. The unbecoming prose, however, is a hallmark of the law; that stays.