Year 1-Judicial Clerkship

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference

-Robert Frost

I'm really only at the bottom rung of the corporate ladder.

With law degree in hand, I've begun work as a judicial clerk for a federal judge in Washington, DC for one year before I continue on to the firm.

Beginning a career as a family man feels like standing at the head of diverging roads. How do I want to define my career? I am struck by the response of a well-known business man when he was asked what he wanted to be known as in his career. He answered simply, "A good father."