This job is hard. It's draining. The worst feeling I have in this job is the times - usually short so far - when I lose the capacity to care.
I go through stages where it's hard to listen to another sad story.
There are times recently when good things happen. A case gets dismissed. A colleague wins a trial. Those are supposed to be times to celebrate because sometimes they are few and far between.
But sometimes all I can think about are the twenty phone calls to return - all "emergencies."
I think I need to press a reset button to begin again. It helps to think about one case at a time or one day at a time, but that's rarely what we are able to do. Too many cases, too little time. Too much to think about.
Time to go read a book about zen.