There is something really, really…. indescribable about enjoying your work. Enjoying your work.
It’s taken almost six years to get here, and man did covid throw me for an angsty, angry, exhausted loop (the process of working in a hospital during covid, not the state of being sick with the virus (also new vaccines are out and it is also officially FLU season as of TODAY), but I think I am finally recovering….
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Last night I was chatting with a friend, whose father recently had a laryngectomy, and is currently working with SLPs. She made some comments about therapy that made me feel so seen.
The contract I have been working since May has given me so many opportunities to do helpful and meaningful work with people in a rural area, which, having grown up in a rural area, I never thought I would do long term. But when you can see and feel the actual appreciation in the people you’re working with? When you can be the bridge for them between need and best practice? Because heck if I ain’t giving you everything I’ve got*. When you learn how to stand on your legs and give tough love? Because therapy is about empowering you to your highest state of autonomy and self sufficiency. And sometimes patients tell me, “No more,” that they are satisfied and don’t want to keep striving. And you know what? That’s a valid choice, too, as long as they are educated about the choice! (Also, why does every mom and pop that looks like it’s never seen a mop always make a burger that will blow you away? RIP my cholesterol).
Anyway, this company offered me a full time job. I turned them down. They offered again, and said, “What we can we offer to make you stay?” And so I think I’m going to go type up a wishlist and see what we can make happen.