The Great Change: Turning Cathy into a Lawyer

One of my favorite video games growing up was Frogger. With Frogger you had to jump your frog from one side of the screen to the other, leaping him from one safe spot to another, hoping he'd avoid getting run over by a truck on the road or eaten by an alligator in the stream if he failed to land properly.

I currently feel like the frog.

My contract will end soon so I'll need to move on to what's next. My emotions regarding this are mixed, ranging from "oy vey..." to "o-kay!" The "oy vey" part is because it's a logistical nightmare to have to look for another job. But the "o-kay!" part is from the excitement of being free to pursue other things that interest me. I'm not simply rationalizing my reality; I really do feel that way. Of course, it's tempered by the ambient stresses of the situation, and I do fear that those stresses might prevent me from fully reaching out to grab the brass ring I've been looking for since before law school.

The key, though, in Frogger is that you have to keep your frog moving. If he sits anywhere too long he gets flattened. So I'll just need to keep rallying my forces and keep pressing forward, with enough faith in myself to know that I will land someplace good somewhere up ahead.