You’re at your desk when you get the call. That partner you’ve been hoping to work with has a research assignment for you. This could be your in. You start to hum the tune to Lin-Manuel Miranda’s “My Shot.” You are young, scrappy, and hungry, you think to yourself; and if you do well, one thing will lead to another—and soon you’ll be handling trials.
You finish your closing argument, and the courtroom erupts in a crescendo of spontaneous applause. Opposing counsel hangs his head. The jury stares in open admiration. A Hollywood exec rushes over with a contract for a movie about your life.
Hey! Snap out of it. First things first. Take some advice now; revel in victory later.