Elevator Flirting

You'd think, as an attorney, that I would really like rules. You know, one of those people that is in bed everynight at the same time, lunch at 11:30 on the dot, dinner at 7, etc. I'm not. I do like the rules of the law because a lot of attorneys don't bother to read them and I do, which puts me ahead of the game.

But, lately, I've been thinking a lot about rules in life. Sure, we should probably go the speed limit to avoid tickets, drinking too much does cause one to worship at the water hole all night, taxes are due on April 15, no smoking under 18 etc. But, what about the rules we make for ourselves?

Not rules like "we don't run, jump or throw things in the house," but rules that limit who we are and what we can become. How often do we not speak up for ourselves or an idea because of what someone might think--or because we think it might not be socially acceptable.

I've really been coming out of some sort of shell lately. I'm not really sure where this infamous shell was hiding because I've always been pretty outgoing, or, at least not at all shy. I've made it a point in my life lately to avoid rules and break the mold.

I still plan on paying my taxes by April 15, but I've sure handed out my share of business cards in elevators, lines at the grocery store, the library.