I wish I had an interesting life. The kind of life that other people would look at and admire and aspire to be like. Instead, I’m just simple.

I don’t do anything for a living particularly interesting, something that causes young children to say, “gee, I want to do that when I grow up.” I don’t know many lawyers who actually grew up wanting to help debtors get out of paying their bills or helping creditors make people pay their bills.

That’s not to say I don’t like my work, because I do. I feel like I help people. All of my clients are debtors who for one reason or another have had a tough break and I am, albeit in a small way, helping them to get back to a place where they can survive without creditors hounding them. I like the rule oriented-ness (I’m not sure that’s a word) of what I do. Almost any situation which arises has a rule to apply it to. You can spin the situation so that different rules apply but for the most part, it’s pretty rule driven.

Unlike some lawyers, I’m not lawyer-like all the time. I can listen to someone describe a situation, or tell a story, or tell me something they intend to do, and if they don’t specifically ask my advice, or they aren’t a pretty good friend, I just listen and say, “hhhhmmmm that’s very interesting.” A lot of lawyers I know have to offer advice or point out the down side or explain the pitfalls of any situation no matter whether it’s a social situation, their child’s school program or a business lunch.

I don’t do much in my time off from work. I don’t build house for the elderly. I don’t run for people with MS. I usher at church occasionally. I have my two children, and my “time off from work” usually, well almost always, involves them. They are more important than anything I do during the daylight hours.

This morning the GirlChild walked to school with the family across the street; usually I drive her. I layed in bed with the BoyChild and watched SpongeBob SquarePants and Dora the Explorer. Not great television, or even anything exciting to tell anyone about, but it was fun. The BoyChild told me his tummy hurt. I kissed it and he told me it was “all better.”

Probably the most important thing I did today.

Ciao,

M&Co