Purpose has a way of ripening into joy, as this corporate lawyer discovered.
It’s hard to describe the stillness in the office when you’re a corporate lawyer sitting at your desk late at night. The disappointments, stresses and scoldings of the day mingle with the relief and grim satisfaction of finally delivering results for clients, and the whole thing bears down on you until you gather what’s left of yourself and leave for the day – on time, ideally.
But there are some days when you simply can’t. And on those late nights, surrounded by random creaky pipe sounds, the glug of the water cooler and the dry hum of the air-conditioning, you rethink your life choices.
There is an intermingling of morbid pride at being able to withstand the pressures of lawyer life, but also despair at the thought of the fun things you could be doing. Layered over this is shame at not being more proactive about living your life in the manner of an artfully shot Instagram reel.
It was on one of those morose evenings in 2013 that I found myself in the office, poring over a sheaf of documents.
I had just rejoined legal practice after taking a 10-month sabbatical. My old law firm offered me a promotion to return, and I took it as a sign that perhaps it was my calling after all. But it didn’t take long for work to ramp up.
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