Thnk about it: How did you wind up in the pickle you are in? You worked hard to get into law school, you worked hard to graduate, you worked hard to pass the bar, and you worked hard to get and then keep a job. However, do the math. The numbers show that you probably are unemployed, underemployed or unahppily employed. We won't even bring up student loans.
Some people don't get into those professional messes. From the get-go, for example, Joaquin and River Phoenix existed in a bohemian bubble. The focus was on following their natural bent. On the side, as the book "Last Night At The Viper Room" chronicles, they had to sing for their supper. Literally.
What that biography of River Phoenix by Gavin Edwards highlights are the professional advantages of not being boxed into middle-class/upper middle class professional expectations. It wasn't until he was 8 that River started school. When he disagreed with the value system of advertising, his parents saluted his integrity and didn't block his decision not to do any more lucrative commercials. How many of us looked to our parents or other authority figures to help us authentically sort out ambivlance about a professional path?
Not that an offbeat rearing prevents life's cruel realities. Missing emotional developmental pieces, River turned to substance abuse, dying outside the Viper Room. But, he didn't spend his prime years in law school.
Not that law school as a goal is bad. Marilyn Monroe considered it. In court, she probably would have an edge.
However, how many of us, looking back, blossomed during our legal training? Belting out tunes on the streets of Venezuela, the Phoenix kids got down cold what performance art sold and where. That breeds unique confidence. Law school seems hellbent on undercutting belief in oneself.