I’m sitting here looking at my hands and they’re shaking like they don't belong to a man who makes six figures. It’s 2am and the silence in this house is so loud it feels like it’s pushing against my ears. I remember when I started out, my first year at the firm, I felt like a stray dog that somehow got let into a steakhouse. I was so scared someone would smell the grease and the cheap cigarettes on my skin that I decided to just bite everyone before they could even look at my teeth. I thought being a lawyer meant being a monster. I thought if I wasn't making someone cry in a deposition, I wasn't doing it right.