I spend my life waiting. Right now I am waiting for Miranda, who will be my trial assistant today. I wear a black jacket with an angel and a safety pin on the lapel, my personal symbols of hope and unity. It’s not a suit; I don’t own one. It’s close enough for family law work though.
Last night, I paced while waiting for today’s client to send an answer to just one more question. Earlier in the day, I watched my e-mail for a Children’s Division worker who holds one small corner of another client’s life in his over-worked (or possibly vindictive) hands. A watched kettle took its precious time boiling at 5:30 a.m. yesterday.
All this waiting gives me time to think about the state of my life, my home, my country. If I refrain from complaint, right at this moment, my motivation might not be as clear as I’d like.
It’s the fifteenth day of the thirty-fifth month of My Year Without Complaining. Life continues.
A quote of the day on our Daily Chronicle was “The reasonable man tries to conform to the world. The unreasonable man tries to make the world conform to him. Therefore the only progress will be made by the unreasonable man.” I do not say you are unreasonable, but I think you can make the world better because of your great heart.