For reasons that will soon become apparent on this blog, I've been spending much of my time at work recently closing old files. The process is at once satisfying and depressing. Satisfying because it's always cathartic to clear the filing cabinet (although family law matters have an irritating habit of cropping up again months or even years later). Depressing because I think of all the time I spent on that pile of files, and how I could have done something constructive with that time, like help invent a cure for cancer, or build something that I could point to and say proudly: "I did that".
Instead, I spent my time creating paperwork that will go into dusty storage for the next six years and will then be destroyed. Such is the life of a family lawyer.