In the Interim

It's March and I'm still employed. I managed to get a raise in February, but I'm still a contract attorney. I enjoy my work, I'm constantly learning, and I'm enjoying the office environment for the most part. Still, I go home every night and wonder, this can't be it. Three years of law school and all the effort into findings job...there should be more. But there isn't.

As I've said before, this is definitely not who I am. The reinvention of Stella is still a work in progress. If I'm going to spend 5+ days a week doing something, it has to be something I really love.

I'm turning 30 this year. The big 3-0. I refuse to waste my 30s wishing I had done something about my restlessness. I've decided that while I work on finding my next calling, I'll keep doing this attorney bit "on the side." Which brings me to my next conclusion. No babies.

Almost all of our friends have popped out little ones. There are 3 more heading out this year. Mr. O asked me if I feel left out. My answer - hells no. Is it selfish of me to want to work on me? Screw that. Shriveling eggs or not, I'm still my first priority.