Every year around Thanksgiving, I hear the same line from job seekers: “I’ll wait until January to start looking.”
Oh, please. You might as well gift-wrap your dream job and hand it to someone else.
Let’s have an honest moment together.
You didn’t go to law school.
You’re not gunning for partner.
And yet… here you are.
Holding up the law firm, case by case, deadline by deadline, caffeine by caffeine.
I received an email recently from a colleague I hadn’t spoken to in years. She opened with: “It’s nice to see you’re still around.”
Still around? Holy moly. What was she saying, “You’re not dead yet”?
Let’s be honest: if your state doesn't require CLE, most people won’t touch it with a ten-foot pole. But that’s like saying you won’t go to the dentist until your tooth falls out. CLE (Continuing Legal Education) isn’t just about credits—it’s about staying sharp, staying marketable, and staying employed. And for those of us in California (yes, paralegals are required to take CLE here), there's no excuse.
But even if you're in a state that doesn't mandate CLE, the bigger question is: Do you want to stay competitive?
What’s really keeping legal professionals in jobs they hate. And how to break free.
Let me guess. You wake up, drag yourself out of bed, gulp down that cup of burned office coffee, and dread logging into yet another pointless Zoom meeting run by someone whose idea of leadership is reading PowerPoint slides aloud, badly. But you show up anyway. Every. Single. Day.Why? Because you’ve got bills. Maybe a mortgage. Maybe a spouse who’s “finding themselves” on your dime. Maybe kids. Or maybe just a serious addiction to overpriced takeout and handbags you never use.
How to Vacation Without Falling into the Guilt Trap
It was that time again: vacation time. God, what a drag. It meant I had to leave work and go have fun. I don’t have time to have fun. Who scheduled this?
Still, my wonderful husband had been dealing with some health issues lately, and stress was clinging to us like a client who found your cell number. So in a rare moment of compassion, I suggested we take a short trip to Hawaii. I knew I’d be squeezing it in between clients, candidates, webinars, writing deadlines, marketing campaigns, and possibly solving world peace but the image of lounging by the pool with a trashy magazine while a shirtless beach boy misted me with mineral water? That seemed... almost worth it.