I'm going to write you something happy. I LOVE MY JOB. If there's anything right now that makes me happy, it's working with people; helping them change their lives. No, it's not always happy. There are tragic circumstances involved in what I do. And I'm learning how to let those things go when I lock the door at night.
But for the most part? When I leave my job at the end of the day, I bask in the glory that is giving people hope. I give, yes. But I get so much more out of giving. I can't even tell you how it feels other than wonder. Wonderment. Wonder FULL. I am full of wonder that I do this thing. That I am ALLOWED to do this. It is a gift to me that I can hardly fathom.
My problems. My concerns. They fade away as I teach. As I listen. As I sit in awe of the pain people share with me. That I am the safe person they trust. Who is this woman I have turned into? I love her. I love that she cares. I love that she patiently waits through someone's tears to offer hope.
I do not recognize this woman, but she is me. And it is wonderful.