Ten years ago (give or take a few months), I started my legal career as a public defender in Louisville, KY. I was newly divorced, living on my own for the first time, and ready to take on the world. That first year was the most fun I've ever had at a job -- and also the hardest I've ever worked.
Life moved itself along, both my personal and professional lives, and I left the PD's office, did some other things, then wound up TOTALLY JOBLESS for over a year. Have I mentioned that before? Sorry, I know it's dull. The only thing duller than being unemployed has to be reading about someone being unemployed.
But today we're not talking about dull unemployment, because today, ten years after I started as a public defender, I am starting over . . . as a public defender.
I've moved over to a different county, so it won't be EXACTLY the same. But it still feels strangely like going home again. I know how to do this job, and I know I can do it well. And real life gets to start up again. I don't have to check job sites, and when someone asks me what I do, I have an actual answer. And it's an answer I can be proud of.
I'm excited, and not just a little terrified, and happy. Wish me luck.