I feel like I dropped off the face of the earth. One minute I was here, blogging about life, keeping my Linkedin updated, talking with my followers on FB and Twitter. Then the next minute my face was on a legal milk carton.

So, the rain stayed. It got harder. Turned into a hurricane which caused a flood that washed me out of my home office into a tiny office downtown. Sometimes, growth isn’t optional. I knew I was outgrowing my home office. But I thought I had more time to expand. The lawyer life said nay and forced me out into the world of the brick and mortar. I want to let you in on a little secret, I don’t like it.

Currently, I have 70 cases. Breath. Yes 70 cases. I have no idea when my case load got this high, but I am slaying this manilla folder stack like the knight in obsidian armor that I am. And I am no longer an army of one. My legal assistant and I are daily in the fight for justice.

Of Course there have been hick ups and believe me, there is an oak tree amount of shade to be thrown and an Atlas Shrugged amount of roasts to hand out. Maybe another day. No time. 70 clients just called and asked for something they’ve already been told several times.

So, if you pass a chocolate almond milk carton with my face on it, just alert the judicial authorities that I’m fine – just lost in my office, trying to find my way to the billable brick road.