I have a few days left as a practicing lawyer, and it’s weird. That’s the most accurate description of how I feel.
The end of August was the deadline I set with my boss to leave my legal job. I’ve had time to plan and prepare for the moment I’d wake up and not have to jump out of bed to rush out the door to a legal brief that needed to be written or a meeting that needed to be attended. I had been looking forward to dedicating myself to my craft full-time and thought I’d be ecstatic and relieved. And I am . . . most of time.
When I first thought about leaving the law and becoming a chocolatier a few years ago, I had thoughts – probably every couple of days – when I said to myself – WTF? Are you crazy? You’re going to give up a career that you have given so much to and that has given you so much for a lot of uncertainty, for a path that requires you to figure it out, and for being vulnerable by sharing with strangers what you create. But the more I studied chocolate and worked with it (and ate it, of course!), the more this move fit.
At this point, my “freak out” moments are rare, and they are always the result of my thinking too far ahead and feeling overwhelmed about how much more I want to create and how fast I want to do it. I do understand that this adventure is akin to a 100-mile ultramarathon, not a sprint around the track.
This will all be weird. But the “weirdness” disappears when someone says “Damn, that’s good” or “Wow” after they’ve tasted something I’ve made.