Law school has made me into a boring person. I'm rigidly structured. I practice small talk much more frequently than I engage in deep conversation.
The daily routine is driven by checking boxes off, getting through the endless waves of requirements, just to "achieve" that certain number on a piece of paper, that line of acknowledgement on a resume.
Even my ability to write with emotion and comedic effect (humor me on that one) is rusted over, dominated instead by how to write objectively or persuasively with dry, unambiguous language. Just writing this blog post is a struggle — I feel like I've awoken from a long hibernation and am staggering around outside my cave, squinting from the sunlight and rubbing the crusty goobers from my eyes.
Okay so all of the above admittedly contains some exaggerating. But yes, my life is a grind, and not of the coffee variety, although I have also become increasingly dependent upon that.
All of this is a lead-in to my grand revelation. While there are areas of the law that I believe are important and passionate about, community is not found in the law. I need my friends and my family to be a breath of fresh air, a sigh of relief, that welcome reminder of the good ole days. I need you all for those shining reminders of how God speaks through community.
So, thank you for reading. Thank you for putting up with my dullness. You are most likely a friend I cherish in my life, regardless of whether it's been a good minute since we've last caught up. I'm sure the next time we do, it'll pick up right where we left off.
