Each morning I wake up at the brink of dawn and take a long walk to work through the heavy fog while observing the morning dew, still fresh on the grass. The route I take is much longer than necessary, but I find that nature in the waking of the city is calming to the soul. I pass through the lower East side and emerge into the alive upper East side to arrive at the office building where I work as a criminal defense lawyer. The job was offered to me by my father, one of the partners of the firm and a very talented lawyer himself, which I graciously accepted. I began work straight out of law school, despite thinking other graduates deserved it more, but since I did not have other offers and I would probably drown in the idea of failure,
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I think everyone is frightened of working vigorously all your life and finding yourself to fail, some more than others. For example, as a child, I was a competitive athlete. I was so obsessed with the idea of being successful in both my sport and my schooling I would not leave time for eating because I was constantly overworking my body and losing sleep to study to ensure my hundred percent on the next AP History exam. I grew to make myself so sickly and ghostly, I was walking the halls of my High School one morning and fainted because of lack of sleep and consumption of food. My parents took me off of the swim team because my bones and become so brittle and weak, they could not handle the effort required to complete a practice. I guess it just got progressively worse over the years. My parents did not pressure me to always be ranked number one, but I used their lives as an example of what I should become or be better. Every so often my father roams into my office, and says something along the lines of, “I know you can do better, so do better”. I always respond with a silent head nod, so he knows I heard him, but honestly those nine undeniably encouraging words do not help me one …show more content…
It takes all day, but by the time lock up my office I don’t feel overwhelmed by the challenge I have taken on. With the support of a reliable coworker I think we have a decent chance against the DA. I take my time going home. The spring flowers dance in the warm breeze and the black night sky is filled to its capacity with stars. My footsteps echo through the towering buildings that loom over the empty street. Very few times do I ever walk home and the streets are empty, but tonight they are and I feel calmer because of it. I have decided to push past the negative thoughts of defeat and sip my ice water while waiting for the Judge to enter the court. James seems calm as always despite his energy at the office and I remain solemn, even though my hands are continuously sweating. Everyone in the room falls silent and rises as the heavy door slams shut and Judge Swanson rests in her chair. I remind myself to let the chance and hopes of taking the win outweigh the chance of loss. “Are we ready to begin, Ms. Jackson”, asks the Judge, in a voice cool as ice. “Absolutely”, I reply as I open my case file and read the name of the first witness to the
I think everyone is frightened of working vigorously all your life and finding yourself to fail, some more than others. For example, as a child, I was a competitive athlete. I was so obsessed with the idea of being successful in both my sport and my schooling I would not leave time for eating because I was constantly overworking my body and losing sleep to study to ensure my hundred percent on the next AP History exam. I grew to make myself so sickly and ghostly, I was walking the halls of my High School one morning and fainted because of lack of sleep and consumption of food. My parents took me off of the swim team because my bones and become so brittle and weak, they could not handle the effort required to complete a practice. I guess it just got progressively worse over the years. My parents did not pressure me to always be ranked number one, but I used their lives as an example of what I should become or be better. Every so often my father roams into my office, and says something along the lines of, “I know you can do better, so do better”. I always respond with a silent head nod, so he knows I heard him, but honestly those nine undeniably encouraging words do not help me one …show more content…
It takes all day, but by the time lock up my office I don’t feel overwhelmed by the challenge I have taken on. With the support of a reliable coworker I think we have a decent chance against the DA. I take my time going home. The spring flowers dance in the warm breeze and the black night sky is filled to its capacity with stars. My footsteps echo through the towering buildings that loom over the empty street. Very few times do I ever walk home and the streets are empty, but tonight they are and I feel calmer because of it. I have decided to push past the negative thoughts of defeat and sip my ice water while waiting for the Judge to enter the court. James seems calm as always despite his energy at the office and I remain solemn, even though my hands are continuously sweating. Everyone in the room falls silent and rises as the heavy door slams shut and Judge Swanson rests in her chair. I remind myself to let the chance and hopes of taking the win outweigh the chance of loss. “Are we ready to begin, Ms. Jackson”, asks the Judge, in a voice cool as ice. “Absolutely”, I reply as I open my case file and read the name of the first witness to the