Ten years ago, I found myself crying in my shower. Laying in the fetal position, I was distraught with the feelings emerging inside. I was a rising star lawyer, seemingly on top of the world. Many had invested in me to get here. Yet, I did not want to go to work.
Top of my class in law school, a genius legal writer, I had become a “success” rather fast. In law school, I started my own business. Chicago’s top criminal defense lawyers hired me to write their briefs.
Once I finished school, I got a job offer. I didn’t even have to interview, and the firm didn’t even have an opening. One of Chicago’s most famous lawyers liked me and took me under his wing. I got to work on the highest profile cases in my city. And yet, there I was, crying on my shower floor.
I knew I had a lot of opportunities to be grateful for and I worked with people I loved. But I also didn’t know who I was. I had a really great job, but great … for someone else. I felt sad and lost.
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