Sometimes, I had more work than I could handle. I would take work home, make client calls after supper, and think about my courtroom cross-examinations during 3 a.m. feedings.
But I worked all alone in a small office. I was learning to run a business. Lawyering was easy. Taxes, hiring staff, and fixing the copy machine for the 34th time in a single day was getting old fast. Plus, due to the nature of my growing firm, sometimes all I had to do was work on marketing or organizing my files. Seems all the clients needed me at once, and in between, most didn't need me (or my billable rates) at all.
On the slow days, I jumped on Blogger to update my friends and communicate with them. We all had tiny, wandering posts. We talked of babies, languages, politics, and parties that we'd be too tired to attend.
Those old posts are still up here, somewhere. I keep thinking of hiding them, especially as they reflect me in my 30s (a decade ago) and as a sleep-deprived, raving lunatic. (New moms ALL have my compassion. I know what you are feeling, honey, and it does get better.)
I haven't hidden them yet.
Fast-forward a few years.
But I realized at some point in the last five years that I have a skill set developed way before 2007 that I happen to enjoy sharing with the world.
It's not dancing. It's not lawyering. It's not parenting.
What I am gifted at, turns out, is knowing how to use paper to plan my world and communicating that knowledge in a clear way.
My blog moved in the direction of planner porn (which is not as naughty as it sounds), I made friends in the blog world, and my life changed.
Teaching others to plan made me a calmer, better planner. Being a calmer, better planner made me a better wife, mother, friend, and employee.
It also meant more time for dancing. That's just bonus.