As I have been reflecting on my past work experiences, I have been thinking about what work means to me. I think it’s worth thinking about since we spend so much time (whether we like it or not) doing it.
My goal, since I was young, has been to have a job that does not FEEL like a job. I’ve pretty much succeeded. My current job is the most fulfilling (and best paid) job I’ve ever had. I plan on staying here indefinitely.
At the same time, when the day is over, my work is not done. I was reminded of that by a recent child abuse case. There are too many cases to count, but this was a particularly gruesome situation that took place within close geographic proximity.
I have been struggling with my feelings about this particular case. I feel so sad and there are moments where I feel hopeless because these things are ALWAYS happening. No matter how good of a day you might be having, there are people suffering at that exact moment. I decided that, rather than letting this get the best of me, that I am going to do something about it.
This is what I call WORK.
No, I can’t end child abuse, but I can do something. I am playing around with ideas right now. I just know I have to do something. I can’t spend another day of my life ignoring the suffering of others. I feel a sense of responsibility to use the unique skills and experience I possess to make an impact.
This helps me turn my despair into love…and hope.
