Ambivalent Ambition and the School of Law
My ambitions became slightly less ambivalent last fall when I finally decided to start in any one of the many directions I consider taking my life. I applied to Law School, took the LSATs, all that. I received my acceptance letter on Tuesday and I'll start in August. Exciting times. It's a program uniquely suited to my experience and goals so it should be pretty good.
I heard a story on the radio last year about how people who make impulsive decisions are usually happier with their decisions than those you debate, and weight decisions to death in order to make the right one. I've been trying to apply this philosophy to my life a little more and going to school was one of those things. I'm not certain I want to be a lawyer but it's time to start moving in some direction.
Happiness is all the rage.
At some point I became the responsible, maybe a little boring, guy. I went out with co-workers last night and didn't really intend to be the sober one but found myself less drunk than anyone else and realizing I was going to need to start taking keys so I stopped drinking. Two hours and no beers later I was driving co-workers to hotels and buying them rooms for the night. I was called a "good guy" from the girl at work I'd rather have calling me an irresistible guy. "Good guy" is only slightly better than being called a "nice guy" or told, "I'm glad we're friends." The price I pay for stepping up and watching out for people.
Sometimes I worry I'm growing up too fast. There are certainly people more grown up than me at 27 and people alot less. I wonder if Law School will put the final nail in my young-adulthood coffin. I'll be 32 when I'm finished, that's probably pretty definitively adulthood.
I heard a story on the radio last year about how people who make impulsive decisions are usually happier with their decisions than those you debate, and weight decisions to death in order to make the right one. I've been trying to apply this philosophy to my life a little more and going to school was one of those things. I'm not certain I want to be a lawyer but it's time to start moving in some direction.
Happiness is all the rage.
At some point I became the responsible, maybe a little boring, guy. I went out with co-workers last night and didn't really intend to be the sober one but found myself less drunk than anyone else and realizing I was going to need to start taking keys so I stopped drinking. Two hours and no beers later I was driving co-workers to hotels and buying them rooms for the night. I was called a "good guy" from the girl at work I'd rather have calling me an irresistible guy. "Good guy" is only slightly better than being called a "nice guy" or told, "I'm glad we're friends." The price I pay for stepping up and watching out for people.
Sometimes I worry I'm growing up too fast. There are certainly people more grown up than me at 27 and people alot less. I wonder if Law School will put the final nail in my young-adulthood coffin. I'll be 32 when I'm finished, that's probably pretty definitively adulthood.
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