Link to article: From Law School to Lobbying: The Other Legal Advocate
Published in the December 2013 issue of the Journal of the Kansas Bar Association.
Co-authored with classmate Moji Fanimokun, Government Affairs Director at Wichita Area Association of REALTORS.
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“At 30 a man should know himself like the palm of his hand, know the exact number of his defects and qualities, know how far he can go, foretell his failures – be what he is. And, above all, accept these things.” – Albert Camus
Feelings about turning 30 vary among individuals. Broadly it is a time of introspection (usually the week leading up to the big day), positive and uplifting for some, and nerve-wracking for others. The essential question, “Who am I?” floats in their minds. Coming into just over the half-way point of my 30th year of life I clearly remember that week. Specifically for me the question was, “Am I the man I thought I would be?” Not perfect by any means, but in the sum of my imperfections and capabilities the man I was meant to be. One can only hope so. Or rather accept that this is the life you have and get on with it.
Just a few select images from my Tumblr account I wanted to bring over here:
I have decided to dust off the blog after a long hiatus… OK, I forgot I still had it.
Either way, here we go…
Toasting myself for keeping this site going for three years. Well, three years on and off. I don’t know where the time went. Life has changed in major ways since April 2009. That was my first spring home, my first Real World spring, and I was hungry (in the hustle sense) and wide-eyed (in the opportunity sense).
If I had to encapsulate my time in Austin thus far, it would be this phrase: “Cometh the hour, cometh the man.”
I’m very excited to see where the next three years, cumulating in the big 3-0, take me.
Up a bit before 4:00AM (at time of writing) at the East Austin residence, freight lines creaking just under Pleasant Valley Rd. I realized my closet has been overtaken by a deluge of yuppie style, conservative suits, solid and stripped shirts, and two hangers full of ties (probably should invest in a rack). I wear a suit at least five days a week for the majority of the day, 10 hours+. It’s the reality of the times, my busy, busy times. And I enjoy it. Funny though how quickly my causal wear style stalled out.
I don’t subscribe to the the oft-cited Gen Y demand for a work/life balance, for me its a situational sliding scale, but a man needs options for when out of uniform (Friday after 8PM through Sunday as long as I can stay awake).
I need to step up my non-work wear. God forbid I wake up one day to a closet full of “dad jeans” and size-too large polos.
“We plan our lives according to a dream that came to us in our childhood, and we find that life alters our plans. And yet, at the end, from a rare height, we also see that our dream was our fate. It’s just that providence had other ideas as to how we would get there. Destiny plans a different route, or turns the dream around, as if it were a riddle, and fulfills the dream in ways we couldn’t have expected.” –Ben Okri