Living Without Lines
Yesterday I hit Day 120 of booze-free living. Things are beginning to gel. I’m beginning to see the not drinking as part of a bigger picture. Part of the overall goal that I have for my life now that...
View ArticleOperation Non-Legal Eagle
This bird is lucky. He is not a legal eagle. He is a Bald Eagle. A non-legal eagle. One day, I aspire to emulate this bird; to also not be a legal eagle. I’ve become a bit obsessed about this …...
View ArticleLawyers At Sunset
I read an article in the Texas Lawyer yesterday: The Graying Tsunami: As Baby Boom Lawyers Reach 65, More Choose to Work Into the Sunset “In the past 10 years, the state’s over-65 lawyer population has...
View ArticleHouse of Cards
My suspicions were correct: my boss is cheating on his wife. At the risk of turning my blog into a BigLaw drama, I present to you an account of how his shenanigans were confirmed.* *Yes, I wrote that...
View ArticleF$$$ You Money
Learning the art of frugality has proven to be important for a multitude of reasons. Not the least of which is that it sets you on a path to freedom. Spending little, saving more, forsaking...
View ArticleLate Bloomer
As I move closer to walking away from BigLaw, I often think: if only I knew “then” what I know now. If only I knew it was possible to retire by 50 (or even 40) if I’d started early. Luckily, … Continue...
View ArticleFreeloading Family
My nephew is a freeloader. Yesterday, after years of back and forth, I traveled to Houston to put a stop to it. My mother’s oldest grandson, in his early thirties, has lived in her home (in a garage...
View ArticleIt’s my life.
Over the past several years, I’ve been working on remaking my life. I dumped the loser “fiance,” got off the antidepressants, took control of my financial life, and stopped drinking booze. Within the...
View ArticleLine In the BigLaw Sand
Line in the sand is a metaphor that means, “I’m not going past this point, mothertrucker.” Wikipedia has the origin of the phrase perhaps going back to biblical times. Being a Texas transplant, I’m...
View ArticleNow what?
Being a mid-life “orphan” is disorienting. As I contemplate what I want to do for the rest of my life, who I want to be, I realize how much time I spend looking over my shoulder for objections,...
View ArticleThe more things change . . .
Two years ago, as my mother was dying from Alzheimer’s, I wondered how my life would be different once she was gone. I felt as if I was suspended between my life before the deaths of my nuclear family,...
View ArticleThe End of Lawyering Is Nigh
I’ve been practicing law for twenty-four years. That makes twenty-four years engaged in a profession I don’t enjoy. I know I’m not alone here: Many lawyers dislike lawyering. There’s an entire industry...
View ArticleUnofficially Official
When last we met, I had concluded with near certainty that my position with BigLaw was reaching the end. I’ve been wanting to leave for years. In fact, when I returned from Belize, a trip with which I...
View ArticleWalking Away From the Law
I have 269 days left of the practice of law; not that I’m counting. I will be fifty-six at the end of the year, which means I’m leaving the practice during my peak earning potential. I could go to...
View ArticleSix Months
In just under six months, I’m retiring from the practice of law at the tender age of fifty-six. Although I don’t have much longer to go, I feel it will be some time before I emerge from the current fog...
View ArticleOne Hundred Days
In one hundred days, at age fifty-six, I’ll be leaving my law practice for retirement. It still feels unreal; even as it’s this close. I expect in actuality it will be fantastic; but I cannot gauge the...
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