We went downtown via the metro yesterday to sign a bunch of legal paperwork that I’ve been working on for more than 2 years. Mainly because I don’t want to deal with it. I could have had it done in 3-4 months, but I dragged my feet. Honestly, it took so long that I was worried that my lawyer would up and leave her firm and I would not be able to find her again (she reassured me that she had no intention of leaving the firm and if she did, she would send me a letter/email telling me and that I could choose to follow her or remain with the firm) I hired a crack legal team – I paid $4000 for her services – and learned a lot from the process. Most notably, I learned to set up a special needs trust – which I did (that took like a year, because it was a whole ‘nuther rigamarole) – and now I can die a peaceful death knowing that the world will go on exactly as I have planned. Or not. I won’t care because I’ll be dead and the world will surely go on without me. My lawyer also coached me regarding beneficiaries and various tax implications and various whatnots which I promptly forget or remember enough until they change the rules again and then I’m confused.
I understand now that everything involves practice. The first time is terrible, but then, you practice and it gets easier. Is it ever perfect? No. Is my will absolutely perfect? Probably not. But I’ll try again in 3-5 years and I’ll have been introduced to it before and it will grow from there.
It was the first time that I met the lawyer face to face and I like her very much. Funny and matter of fact, she’s like – if you have a question, call me! I won’t charge you for that. Jeremy brought up Bleak House which I thought they wouldn’t get the reference to, but apparently, he said – oh, yes, everyone got the reference except you. And I’m not the slowest person, apparently there is one client who has not signed his paperwork in over 9 years. Nine! And the lawyer’s husband, to her great exasperation, not signed his either. Lol.
Jeremy, who really didn’t do any of the paperwork for this, did coach me through the entire process. I would freeze imagining all of us dying on a plane and he would calm me down, hug me and tell me that I’m doing a great job and to not think to hard about it and keep going. This is the story of my life, I’m anxious to always do A+ work, but really, life really goes well doing B- work. They don’t teach you that in school.
To celebrate the B- work of the will, Jeremy noted that the attorney’s office was right next door to Rasika, one of our favorite downtown Indian place and we impulsively went into the restaurant and ordered way too many dishes and somehow seemed, also, to get an entire free fish entree as well. I celebrated the will, Jeremy is celebrating a very nice time at work, he’s doing so well and I’m so pleased for him and we rejoice over chic samosas.