Funny enough, solo practice was never the goal. At no point did I intend to become an entrepreneur. I always knew I wanted to go to law school, but the ultimate goal had always been of opening a nonprofit that provided free legal assistance to those who needed it most. Life, of course, happened. After getting married and having children, working for the government felt like the right fit. It provided a cushion, allowing me the flexibility to raise my kids while still keeping some structure and routine in my life.
During my time as a small claims legal advisor and paralegal, my sense of purpose was reignited. I started to recall countless conversations with my dad about becoming “the people’s attorney,” conversations that inspired and guided me for years and stayed with me through all of life’s twists and turns.
Once my children went off to college, the desire to serve the public grew stronger. I made the decision to finish my law degree and earn my Juris Doctorate. But as I stepped “out into the world,” meeting more and more people in need, I quickly realized that God had a different plan for me. Slowly, organically, my practice began to grow, following a path I hadn’t mapped out myself.
Looking back, the dream I had shared countless times with my dad was no longer just an idea; it became a tangible goal I was actively pursuing. This path was not one I meticulously plotted; it was one I followed with faith. As I followed, the work I was meant to do unfolded naturally, allowing me to serve others in ways I had always dreamed of. I answered a call, showing up for people when they needed help and using the skills I had been given to serve others. Sometimes the best plans are not the ones we make ourselves; they are the ones we are guided toward, one step at a time.