How Did I End Up Here?
I am unemployed, almost thirty, and absolutely clueless about what comes next. As a chronic overachiever, I never anticipated a moment like this.
Hello friends!
My name is Becca and I believe that I have interesting things to say. For as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to publish my diary (post-humously, of course). Substack will do for now.
I grew up in rural NC to two Latinx parents. I have degrees from Dartmouth College and Harvard Law School. I am a barred California attorney. I am unemployed, almost thirty, and absolutely clueless about what comes next.
Just last month I left a job I hated and for that I am grateful. However, I am currently struggling with the anxiety that comes with the knowledge that something you spent many hours, tears, and $$$ on (i.e. a legal career) does not actually suit you.
As I am currently in an existential free-fall, I can think of no better time to share stories about my mistakes and triumphs, musings and challenges, anecdotes and lessons learned in hopes of entertaining and commiserating with others.
If you relate to any of the below, this may be a safe space for you:
Believed your talent growing up was “academics” or “school.”
Were a voracious reader as a child.
Suffer from debilitating perfectionsim.
Are a first-born child. (bonus points if you’re the first-born of immigrants)
Hate your high-paying, prestigious job.
While this substack will lean mostly academic/professional, it may include stories about:
Picking cotton (and then de-seeding it by hand) in North Carolina.
How I avoided getting a tattoo of Walt Whitman’s face.
How I chose my non-legal middle name (Clementine).
Moving to LA the first time I visited.
How I got carpal tunnel scooping cookie dough.
And much more…
all my love,
Becca
