But what about after that?
I had a solid job lined up at a good, big, shiny respectable law firm doing corporate stuff. I also had a big pile of student debt and definitely needed the dough. It wouldn’t make me rich like Bill Gates, but it was certainly more scratch than I’d ever made in my life.
And yet, I was miserable.
You may ask yourself,
well, how did I get here?
—“Once in a Lifetime” by the Talking Heads
Running all these races got me to a spot that I didn’t want to be. I didn’t want to wear a suit and tie and scour 200-page contracts to make sure the assignability provision would stick. And yet, that was my future, and I needed the cash. I was trapped.
My law degree was a cage, a lock. I do the right thing. I do the smart thing. This job was the right thing. Feelings are luxuries, actions are necessities. The proper action was to take the position.
And without the help of my secret weapon, I might still be hacking away at that job today.
What was that secret weapon, you ask?
My heroic subconscious. It made a choice for me that I wasn’t brave enough to make for myself. Deep down, that little guy knew this wasn’t the life for me. (Please note: I’m not knocking working at a big firm. It can be and is great for many people. It just wasn’t right for me.)
So, thankfully, my subconscious made sure I totally sucked at that job. I’d show up late, miss deadlines, give partners dirty looks when they’d dump a pile of work on my desk at 5 p.m. on a Friday.
With a little bit of luck, I was fired after nine months. And deservedly so—I certainly would have fired me.
Do you feel you were tricked
by the future you picked?
Well, come on down.
—“Down to Earth” by Peter Gabriel
Then I had nothing, and thus I was free. “Nothing” is a bit dramatic. I still had my law degree, massive student debt, and my dashing good looks. I had hair back then…
In my life, it was that particularly dark period that allowed me to see the light. Now that there was no pre-ordained race I had to train for, I could finally ask myself: What the hell race do I want to run in? What do I want? Not what my professor wants, or my family wants, or my employer wants. But what do I want?
I wanted to be involved in show business. I grew up in it. It’s kind of the only thing that ever made sense to me. It’s something that I thought about, that I cared about. Beyond money and that dumb stuff. Art, entertainment, culture. A civilization’s gift to future generations.
Then I discovered my law degree didn’t have to be a lock. It could be a key. My legal education was a tool, an advantage, a powerful way to analyze information, to solve problems, to be deliberate, to be strong, to be fair.
That key opened the door for me to build my own entertainment law firm. It enabled me to do what I wanted to do—help artists make art.
I wish I’d known back then that my law degree wasn’t a lock but a key. It’s a fantastic key you can use to open the door to politics or business or philanthropy or whatever the hell you want.
Come to think of it, what do you want?