This is my official do over.
A little over four years ago, I made a really tough choice: I quit my job at a large law firm in Chicago, without a clear plan as to what to do next. I was not cut out to wear a suit for a living, nor did I have any desire to live by the billable hour. I was not alone; the number of demoralized lawyers grows every year with each new batch of first year associates.
So, with very little planning, I set sail for Southeast Asia. I documented that journey here. It was amazing. And it was so hard.
After Cambodia’s abundant bed bugs kicked my ass, California was next on the agenda. Oh, California, how I love her. Apparently, though, I had not sufficiently learned my lesson; I went back to the “comforts” of Big Law life and worked for the closest human embodiment of Satan that I have encountered.
Now, I call East Nashville, Tennessee my home. I have returned to the South that I left some fourteen years ago. I hope that Nashville will offer a slower pace, an opportunity for me to catch my breath, and place to shed the emotional and physical baggage that I have been carrying around for far too long.
I am going to explore, create, and nourish.