Where is my tribe?

I spent years trying to figure out who they were – let alone where they were.

 

A snapshot of my day at my least happy went like this…

 

I was up super early, just to run around, maybe grab the newspaper on my way out the door to the car… all of this to minimize sitting in traffic on my way to the office. Once I was there, I drug myself up the back stairs to my cave-like office, with a little tiny window filtering in a dash of morning sun. There were other attorneys in the office at this hour, but no normal people had arrived yet. Grab coffee and open that email.. and various other software programs designed to streamline your day and maximize your effective billing – not super concerned about maximizing your effective representation of clients.

 

The day would spiral toward lunch, with very little interaction with real people. Someone may poke their head in my open office door to say hello, but it was all very superficial. You stay in your office and suffer from isolation. If you talk too much it raises red flags.

 

So essentially the atmosphere encouraged isolation and shallow interaction; reinforcing the idea that you have to surge to the top of the hierarchy (of billable hours) all on your own.

 

Then by the time I got around to head home, it was early evening and the quiet ride home provided me with some down time to contemplate how my day left me feeling so empty and unaccomplished.

 

I really didn’t know what could make my day more meaningful, but I knew that the tribe I was co-existing with was not assisting me in pursuing this desire.

 

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