And it would be quiet and organized, and even if no one ever came in, you’d have all the characters in all the books as imaginary friends… wow. I can understand wanting something like that. That is true, things happen for a reason. But sometimes, when days are hard, I wonder if I made a mistake. Maybe it was right person, wrong time, and we’ll find each other again. Or maybe it was right time, wrong person, and it’s still the right time, but I’m still looking for the right person. Who knows? I’ve still got lots of time. I’ve heard it, yes, but I’ve known very few doctors or nurses that well. I can understand that, but those little things can really add up, and mean so much. It’s hardly fair for you to spend so much time caring for others and neglect yourself. Someone needs to be filling your bucket too. Oh wow. Long shifts. I guess it’s more than just a job, more like…a calling.
That’s exactly it! Imagine the kind of world you could create with all the characters you’d get to learn about. The people you’d get to meet too would be great. Something about discussing books with another person is amazing. That realization though, that you still have a lot of time is such an admirable thing. Despite facing hard times you still have hope. That’s something that a lot of people lose so easily. I’ve heard a lot of people say that the right person could be right around the corner or someone right in front of you so the possibilities are endless. Its a job that takes a lot of time but it is very much worth it, but I know it is a lot for people to understand. But I am sure that is the case with many other jobs too. Well I suppose...you aren’t quite wrong there. Part of the job is taking care of yourself so you can be the best for the patients. But that feels like so much to expect another person to do too. A calling, wow that is a really beautiful way to look at it.