... that Sanchovilla is the only person who reads my blog.
... that I'm capable of doing good things in my job. I've been filing motions like a madwoman, and I have piles and piles more of them to write, but you know what? I'm winning at least half of them so far. That's a damned good batting average. The rest of the ones left to file - those are going to be late. Because damnit, I need a mental break.
... when I'm not burnt out, I do very well with clients. With people in general. I charmed my way through prison last weekend, and let me tell you, I've never been such a successful flirt. Who knew corrections could be so pleasant? And my client was grateful for my visit and my concern. I'm so glad I made the trek. Last week, I managed to de-escalate? communicate with? an incredibly difficult client who has some undefined (and severe) cognitive issues and get him to agree to treatment. And I may have even convinced the judge to sentence him to treatment, instead of the prosecutor's recommendation to the maximum sentence.
... that the disrespect, derision, disgust, and dehumanizing manner in which others regard my clients is my greatest catalyst (followed closely by my own dorky interest in criminal and constitutional law). I don't always enjoy my clients' company, but I'll snap quicker than a GlowStick if someone tries to strip them of their rights, their dignity, their humanity. Alas, I'm not particularly eloquent or sharp-tongued when I'm pissed - but I spit fire. Don't fuck with me, and don't dare, DON'T YOU DARE, fuck with my client.
... that wanting to avoid the 'lows' of relationships is a totally valid reason to have avoided them so far. It makes me feel yucky, this uncertainty.