Thursday, April 9, 2009

I heart my best friend

Early this morning, I had a long (I'm talking several hours) conversation with my best friend. A lot of what we talked about was fluff to give us some relief from the Generation L (let go and let down)depression that both of us are facing. We have both been out of work for quite a while and are coming to terms with the fact that all we did up to this point is not enough to get us into an initial interview in some places.

In any event, while I was talking, I stumbled upon an epiphany: Without a job, I don't know who I am. When I was employed, I prided myself upon being more than just a lawyer. I had substance. I was social and could talk to anyone about almost any topic. When I said things like, "I enjoy writing" or "South Africa was beautiful" I realize now that I was a lawyer who liked these things. Before that, I was a law student who liked these things. The goal was always to be a lawyer so the answer to "who are you?" always included the law somehow. Now that I am jobless, I don't know how to answer that question. This morning, in the midst of a fit of giggles (one of those exasperated laugh or cry moments), I dubbed myself a professional couch potato. I don't think there's pay for that unless I win the lottery so...the struggle continues.

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