One Year

It's been over a year since I left my old firm, over a year since I started seriously trying to write. It's been over a month since I started the new job at this new firm. And it's been almost three months since my niece was born. These are the benchmarks of my life. Where has the time gone? Sometimes it feels like I never left the practice of law, and then, other times, I look around me and wonder what I'm doing, in this office, and what happened to the days when life was lived inside my head.

I don't have much time to write these days. Well, that's not strictly true. I do have time, but creative is the last thing I feel when I get home from work. Most days I feel like my brain isn't functioning properly and I worry that I'm going senile or something, before the age of thirty. It's possible, isn't it?

It's been a weird month. We've got a lot of friends in SD and LA, and it's been worrying, with the fires and everything. Four years since the last bad fires, six years since 9/11, all the heartbreaks and nightmares.