One Day More until Day One.

When God closes a door and a window, build a house.

I did not expect to open a legal practice at this late middle-age place in my life.

I was not generally ‘center stage’ in my life’s path so far.

My life’s karma though is ‘protection’; when commanding a spotlight in the mind’s eye, I always did so without question in service of souls in need - in need of my willingness to stand between them and injustice, or poverty or clear malfeasance. That is what I was born to do – serve and protect those with few options.

Now center stage, I am ready.

I sat in my new and not quite ready for prime-time office the other morning positively giddy with anticipation. I thought fear would be my dominant sentiment at this jumping-off point but I felt only freedom from the yoke of the past four years, years of days colored by a too long and isolating Covid-19 pandemic, of a stagnant and toxic former office place, and of choices made for me by others whose personal maturity levels were questionable and who sought to upend my sense of security and safety for reasons known only to them.

My life’s path will be full of sunshine and moonbeams on the cloudiest and darkest of days by comparison.

One day more until day one.