The windmills in Spain that Don Quijote fought. Which has nothing to do with this post, but the picture reminds me of happier days I've gotten into a bit of a funk and haven't wanted to talk or write or acknowledge how incredibly frustrated and hopeless I've felt at work and with work. I'm still not feeling the same hope and excitement I did when I first started, but I felt a little tiny flicker of hope on Wednesday after the changes. I'm frustrated with the changes, and I still don't know if they bode well, but I'm hoping that maybe I'll get to be the therapist I want to be rather than the hodge podge of 5 other roles I felt like I was doing.
Now I just have to wait and see what happens.
Waiting sucks.
1 comment:
Hang in there, Ma-di-SON. :) (Remember how Luisa used to say your name?) I totally agree that the waiting sucks, but in the meantime, you are still talented and still smart and still have lots of people praying for you, I'd bet. Love ya!
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