“According to Madam Pomfrey, thoughts could leave deeper scars than almost anything else.”
A little over a year ago I wrote about The Death of a Lawyer, and how I decided I no longer want to practice law. It’s been over a year, and I’ve been working as a server at a restaurant for most of that time. I kept hoping that my next steps would just present themselves. And they sort of did. I’ve been all over the place in the last year and a half trying to figure out what comes next. I’ve wanted to be a writer, a mediator, a policy advisor, a flight attendant… And I’ve wanted to be none of these things. But in the meantime, I’ve loved serving, and I’ve loved my coworkers, and I’ve loved the flexibility and freedom of it. And I probably would continue to trod along as a server for a while, but I got fired.
Getting fired really sucks. I’ve never been fired before. I was ashamed and devastated. Luckily I had a second job to fall back on, but this really forced me to reanalyze my life and where I am and where I’m going. During a conversation with some friends, I was saying that I love talking to other people about their feelings, and I need to find a job where I can do that. And then the gears clinked into place and the light went on and I realized I’m back where I started. Back to high school, before college, when I was dreaming about my future – I always wanted to be a therapist. That had always been the goal. And then I got sidetracked with law school and social justice. And now I’m realizing how important mental health is to the fight for social justice. And my role in this fight is not as a lawyer, but as a therapist. And I’m going back to school to get my Master’s in Counseling Psychology.
So there you have it, world. This here lawyer turned server is going to be a therapist! And I feel pretty darn excited about it.