When I was five, I just knew I was going to be a librarian. I have no idea why. Maybe it was the way they scanned books with such authority, or how they had this magical power to “shhh” a room full of children like Jedi Masters of Silence. Or maybe it was because I assumed librarians got to live at the library, and let’s be honest—tiny me thought that was peak luxury. Imagine living somewhere with air conditioning and unlimited books. That was my idea of opulence.
Then somewhere along the way, I had a full-on plot twist and became convinced I would be the first woman president. Yep. Move over, White House—I was already picking out my inauguration outfit in my head. It had shoulder pads, obviously.
But that dream morphed, as childhood dreams tend to do, and suddenly I was determined to be a lawyer. I had big plans. I’d waltz into the courtroom in killer pumps, make impassioned speeches, and absolutely demolish anyone who tried to object. My mother, however, gently (read: firmly) talked me out of it. She reminded me that while I loved justice, I also had a flair for the dramatic. Something about me getting too emotionally invested and turning every closing argument into a dramatic monologue from a soap opera. She wasn’t entirely wrong.
So I pivoted. Band director. Because why not lead an entire room of kids with trumpets and flutes instead of a jury? I really looked up to my high school band director. I wanted to be that person for others.
Eventually, I circled back to the legal world, where I’ve always belonged—but with a little more realism and a lot more latte. I became a paralegal, which is honestly its own brand of superhero that feels like the backstage pass to the legal world. I get to organize chaos, untangle the messes, solve puzzles, and—let’s be honest—keep everything from falling apart, all while sipping my latte like a boss. And, I still get to help shape legal arguments, solve problems like a human filing cabinet with Wi-Fi, and organize chaos like it’s a competitive sport.
Do I regret not becoming president? Not really. (Have you seen what they go through?) I’ll take my latte, my laptop, and my legal briefs, thank you very much.
But hey—if they ever need a band-playing, book-loving, high-heeled paralegal-in-chief… I’m still available.

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