As someone, who has put their dream of going to law school on hold, to pursue something that I believe will lead to a more fulfilling life. I have now been getting asked time and time again…
“What if you fail?”
Here is the thing. I hope I fail, because every single time I fail, I get to stand up stronger, better, and wiser than I was before.
No one ever gets something right the first time around and no one is perfect. Everyone makes mistakes. Everyone fails. The only thing you need to do, is stare failure directly in the eyes, collect yourself, and get back on the horse. Embrace failure. Don’t run from it.
Rome was not built in a day. Businesses did not become successful over night. Blood, sweat, and tears will go into the things that you are passionate about. That passion and perseverance, will bring you the success you so deeply desire and deserve.
At least that is what I believe. No one said life was easy, in fact life is extremely hard. I’ve hit rock bottom plenty of times and I am young. I also plan to hit it a dozen more times.
You can’t let failure, or fear, be the thing that is making you pump your breaks.
Failure is inevitable, but if you have the mindset, that failure is not an option, then you are going to be invincible.
Roll with the punches, don’t back down, put yourself out there, and always make sure you are doing things for the right reason.
It will all be worth it in the end.
At least that’s what I keep telling myself on this journey.
What I do know is that hard work does pay off and sometimes things just take time.
I am not afraid of failure, and you shouldn’t be either.
Before I became a Legal Assistant I was still serving tables post college. After I graduated I applied to hundreds if not thousands of jobs daily. Every month that passed I hated waiting tables more and more. Every job I didn’t get… started to make me feel as though I’d never stop waiting tables. I kept picturing myself in the movie Waiting , wondering if I was going to be the angry shot lady screaming while walking up from the kitchen.
When I interviewed for the position I have right now, my boss told me off the bat- “your resume is not one I typically would consider“. I was taken by surprise, but moved on to have one of the best 45 minute interviews and conversations of my life.
As someone who was entertaining the idea of law school and him being a lawyer, he completely understood the position I was in. He understood everything I was trying to consider going forward. I was not sure if I wanted to commit three more years of my life to college, if I was doing it for the right reasons, if it was ultimately the right move and he respected that.
During my interview he asked me what the most common lie I tell is and after telling him, that I have an extremely hard time lying in general and that I suck at it… the one thing I lie about often usually involves my dog..
For example if I am late to work it is because I could not wake the precious sleeping fur child I have come to love and adore. Same goes for when people ask if I want to go out.. I usually lie and say I can’t, but truthfully I’d rather be at home with my dog.
It is not an exact science and in my particular line of work, I do, however have to occasionally lie here and there. I didn’t want him to think I was a square, so I told him I lie for my current boss all the time, and that white lies for others is acceptable. I honestly do not know why I said that. Oh well…
A few weeks into my job I began plotting. I finally asked him, if I could bring my child(dog) to work with me on Halloween. I claimed that he was part of my costume, and that I was going to bring him to my dad’s block party after work. Joke is on my boss, I don’t dress up for Halloween. My boss knew right then and there I was plotting. He said, “you really are always plotting aren’t you? Don’t act like this isn’t a ploy to bring your dog to work from now on”. Am I that obvious?
However, I knew if he met my sweet baby angel he would be fine with me bringing him to work every day.
My dog is now the office mascot. Everyone loves him. Clients call, and ask how Q(my dog) is doing? . He even has his own stocking. I checked it this morning though and apparently someone put coal in it.. what a Grinch.
I partied pretty hard over my Thanksgiving break, because… family is difficult and I was not feeling great when I came to work Monday. So, I told my boss I had a stomach bug. This was not a total lie. I was honestly not doing so great. I really wanted to just go home. Joke was on me this time though, because I ended up getting extremely sick the next day and I was sick for two weeks straight.
Bottom line is… I have no shame apparently. I just flat out stopped lying to my boss all together. Once we got comfortable in the work place I caught him watching Deadpool on his lunch break.. he was still working he literally never stops, but now I make all of his dinner reservations under Wade Wilson. He caught me editing my book at my desk and his nosy self asks, who is the golden child? That is now my nickname. Once we cut the BS we got to enjoy the work dynamic that I feel lucky to have. I can’t say that would work anywhere else. I definitely got lucky, to get the opportunity to bring my fur baby to work, work on my own projects, figure out my future, and have a supportive boss in the process.