You Ever Have Those Days.....

that all of sudden, you say to yourself what the "hell" am I doing. As I lie here in my bed looking out my window wondering when the last red leaf will fall, I asked myself what do I want to do in life. Ever since I was a little kid everyone knew I was going to be a lawyer. I always wanted to be prosecutor, but the economics of the situation changed and so did my desire to be a slave to my work. It is interesting at the times in which we find ourselves reflecting on our lives.

For me it was a week ago that I was with my high school friends at on e of the last weddings of the group. It was great seeing all of them and the success they have in their lives and the expansion of their families. Great seeing their friends from college, especially the one that was on the front page of the Wall St Journal (Let's just say his wife might want to move from their town after I was talking and I do mean their town) As I was sitting at my table while most were on the dance floor, a sense of joy and sadness emerged. The joy was because of the above knowing my friends were happy in their lives and the sadness...... well I will keep that to myself. I've already heard enough about it.

So, twice in a span of week I now question the path I have set out for myself. Will I obtain my goals. My very nature is cautious as evidence that a lawyer never asks a question he does not already know the answer to. Is it time for me to take chances in order to be were I want to be in life. I'm already in my early thirties and I feel I need to accelerate certain things in my life. I just have to take the risk. No, I know I have to take the risk and invest some of my capital. Yes, the post is cryptic but then again I'm not the easy to follow.

P.S. Why does it seem that I always meet people from Texas? And why are most them hot and nice? I think they were raised to proper southern gentlemen.