Last week was the big fancy dinner that my job throws. Unlike a lot of nonprofit functions, this one is usually not boring, and doesn’t involve a lot of big financial requests. And it made me feel very inspired, but mostly it made me feel lucky and thankful.
You guys, I work for the best people in the world. I truly and genuinely believe this. I work for people that care about me as a person, about me as a lawyer, and about women in general. I think this is awesome. Our organization does good work, and I feel like I have all of the support in the world from my boss.
I point out a lot that I work regular hours. And I brag about this not because it means I get home at 5pm, but because I truly believe that my office’s fierce protection of regular hours is more about them trying to improve work-life balance for Americans and trying to prevent staff burnout. I don’t make a lot of money, but my office has my back. Additionally, my company creates part-time positions designed to help stay-at-home parents re-enter the workforce, and positions like mine allow the idea of having children and a fulfilling career seem possible, and I think that is really important for organizations that are committed to improving the lives and status of women.
This year, it’s pretty easy to say what I’m thankful for, because it’s my job. It’s my job that reminds me continually why I went to law school. It’s my job that gave me a chance as a lawyer, that values me as a professional, and it’s my job that allows me to continue to serve person after person who is in desperate need. It’s my job that makes me feel fulfilled, which has made me happier than I knew I could be.
Plus I get to walk to work.