Growing up in small town Northern Ontario you have two choices: follow in your parents' footsteps with a job in the primary industries, or, move to the city and pursue the kind of glamorous and exciting career shown on television. For me, that meant moving to Ottawa and pursuing a legal education.

I battled my way through a Bachelor of Arts only to graduate at the height of the recession. Undeterred by the economic downturn, I held on and was eventually accepted into law school.  There I learned a great deal about the law and life-style of lawyers, particularly in the form of watching my friends and colleagues undergo a disturbing amount of mental, physical, and emotional breakdowns. It was that prolonged suffering more than anything which first made me reconsider becoming a practicing attorney.

After graduating law school and passing the bar, I took a good look at the forked road ahead.  I ultimately chose a non-lawyer role in the legal field with a better quality of life (and an accompanying reduction in prestige and money).  I still love the law, but I cannot say that I am sorry I chose not to practice.  I suspect that in the coming years, this decision may serve me well.  After all, in this rapidly changing world, being able to adapt your plans and find creative ways to employ your skills and knowledge is essential.

I know that I am not alone in my decision; a good portion of my classmates will likely never practice, or will end up leaving the profession.  If I could do it over I do not think I would have made the decision to go to law school, but perhaps years from now, my answer will be different.  Time will tell, but until then, I am happy things turned out the way they did.