It's, well, very early.
I should be in bed but I'm here, and that feels right.
I survived the first week back at work.
It's been quiet but it's sure to pick up very soon. I've got a big contract brewing that will, no doubt, take me away from the office and home for a few days — another hotel somewhere in the West Midlands I suspect.
But, hey, I'm not grumbling: I enjoy what I do — the law that is — and, as I know from bitter (private practice) experience, it could be a lot worse!
What do I mean?
I mean, if I was now working for a law firm (a partnership of some sorts), I'd be beating myself up for (a) not working hard enough — or someone obliquely telling me that, and (b) I'd be living on a knife-edge of not knowing when the next claim from a disgruntled client would come hurtling my way. (To be clear, I only ever had one claim against me in 14 years of practice which was a complete try on and from a solicitor who should have known better.)
You see, much like a lot of medicine, law, these days, isn't practised as it once was: it's practised (mainly) to cover your back. That means that lawyers and their clients don't trust each other and there's a huge tension between the best job possible and going well over the top with the advice to make sure you've dotted all the i's and crossed a plethora of t's.
But I digress.
I'm here, sitting at my desk and life is flowing. I nearly said "just flowing" but that would be desultory of what we've been gifted:
“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson
Tonight, we're going to have a celebratory dinner for my eldest daughter who's off back to London tomorrow to find a flat before she starts her old job as a trainee architect. She'll continue working until she starts her Masters of Architecture in October at Greenwich University. I'm loving the fact that she's getting on with her life but, by god, I'm going to miss her. She brings so much joy and love into our lives.
Yesterday, I spent a bit of time looking at various Tiny House websites in the UK. I was thoroughly underwhelmed. The project will happen but I suspect, what it means, is I'll have to expand my mind as to what's possible. I'll write about it some more but, in essence, I'm preparing for the day daughter #3 goes off to University (2021/22) at which stage I want to sell up, buy a van (cliched I know) and travel firstly around the UK and then wider afield. I'd like a Tiny House as my bolthole; my wife wants something different. I'm sure there's a compromise just waiting for us but I don't see the rest of my life waiting for the day I can finally hang up my legal wig and gown (aged, most likely, 68 — i.e. 16 years away) but, instead, I want to go freelance and do some other stuff to make money. It will, I know, be a very different lifestyle but that's the way I'm expressed. I'm a minimalist at heart and having put down roots in Devon (I was born here mind you) in 1992, I'm ready to dig them up, possibly permanently.
Anyhow, what are you up to this weekend? Do you have anything planned? It would be lovely to hear from you.
Have a wonderful day — wherever you are with it.
Much love ❤️, Ju.