I May Be Dying, Professionally and Personally, but it's also gift exchange time ya heaux

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Last Call for Lawblr Book Exchange Participants

Form is here (x) 

And I’m going to start matching people on Friday. So if you’ve participated before, just hit me up with an “I’m in” 

My usual suspects who haven’t confirmed (and aren’t on discord, ya heaux) are under the tag as a reminder 

Ninth Annual Lawblr Book Exchange

Sup Heaux It’s The Book-iest Time Of The Yearrrr

Refresher Course - You will be matched round-robin style with another lawblr (mostly - I reserve the right to match two people exclusively where necessary for geography purposes). You will send someone one of your favourite books, and someone will send you one of their favourite books. Some of us send more than one book, and sometimes those of us who know each other well throw in a few extra surprises to.

You will have the option of sharing an e-book or sending a physical book. I will circulate an updated list of great resources for used/thrifty books when exchange buddies are assigned!

You have to fill out the form here (x) - for those who have participated in previous years there’s an easy option to just reuse your submission from last year, but I need you to at least submit something so I know you’re participating

As for the rest of it:

The rules of my dictatorship have not changed (x)

Posts from years past in case anyone wants to brush up (x) (x) (x) (x)

Reblog - tag your friends! - deadline to get your name in the hat is going to be April 10th

Happy Lawblr Love

I have reached the point in my career where a client tells me “oh yeah my kid is thinking of law school” and without looking up from my review of their file I just deadpan “Ah. Don’t let them”

I have this theory that life is like walking through a field of holes. And of course you don’t see them as you’re walking. But sometimes it’s a little hole, and your foot gets stuck, and you’ve got to pull and tug and eventually it comes loose and you keep walking along. And other times it’s a deep hole. You fall so far down that you feel like you’d never possibly climb out of it. 

And the people in your life, they’re on that field too. So when you hit the little holes, you’re like “hey buddy, you’re nearby. Can you give me a tug? Help me out a little?” 

But with the deep holes? Those people look down that cavern of darkness and call down to you. “Hey! [Hey? I guess? Excuse me I just fell in here] You okay down there? [No, you fool, I’m in a fucking dark hole] You coming up? [Sure yeah I’ll get right on that thanks friend] Want a tug? [It’s a big fucking deep hole the tug isn’t going to do much here]” 

They don’t know what to do either. They’re checking in the way they know how. They’re letting you know they see you. 

But the solution to “oh shit this is a deep one” isn’t the same as the tiny holes that feel more like stumbling blocks. That a bit of self-care and humour could fix. 

Sometimes I think that what we really need is someone to come along and instead of staring down, they come down to the bottom of the hole with you. “Wow. What a deep hole you’ve got here. [Yes, thanks, I apparently mentally conjured it myself] I see you wrote some stuff on the walls. [Yup. I have trained myself not to say these things to people. It doesn’t stop me yelling the words to myself on the way down] But that’s okay. I see what’s here at the bottom. You. [What pieces of me I’m holding together]”

I think sometimes we need someone to sit at the bottom of that hole and just, put us on their lap. Hold you. Carry you as they walk in circles around the hole. And then when you are ready, you can begin the climb up the dark hole back to the field. Because you’ve done it before. But sometimes a person who falls down those deep holes needs to lick their wounds a little before making the trek back. Again. Just like you will the next time. 

There is a fatigue to falling down holes. Knowing that each one you climb out of is just that day/week/month/year’s hole. That there may be other ones out in your field. That you often can’t see them until you’ve fallen down them. 

And then you’re there by yourself. Waiting to gather the strength and the tools to climb back up. Because you couldn’t bear the thought of someone else climbing down there. Seeing it. Letting you sit in it. Holding your broken and bruised body off the ground as it healed itself enough, again, for the journey back up. 

“But Being A Lawyer Is Better Than Law School, Right?”

Me @ Your Professor

@eyestothesun and I chatted last December about the tail end of her life as a JD!Milspo and her beautiful voice is honestly reason enough to listen to the episode