In the two-and-a-half-plus years since I officially hung up my briefcase and became a full-time writer/editor, I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve been asked: “Do you miss it?” (“It” being practicing law.) And every single time, I respond immediately with a resounding “No.”
Which, quite frankly, surprises me. I really thought I would. I’d put in the three years of extra schooling (and incurred the hefty student loans) to obtain the degree, studied for and passed the bar (in both Missouri and Illinois), and busted my butt for close to 30 years preparing and trying cases. There is no denying the adrenaline rush that accompanies a courtroom victory or receiving an appellate decision in your favor.
There’s also this (perhaps unwarranted) gravitas that comes with laying claim to being a lawyer. I used to joke that whenever I’d meet someone new who…
