No one lived in honesty here – including me. Because had I been honest with myself, I wouldn’t have cared one bit what others thought about me, or what others said about me. Had I been honest with myself, I would not have been so offended at the lack of compassion I received throughout my miracle pregnancy and delivery.
If your first thought about some one’s ill child is ……”glad it isn’t me” and not “I pray for the child and the family” how could I expect any understanding for ANY part of my story.
Am I a difficult person to Love? Yes…
But I know Love when I see it, and when I love….I love.
My friends love me. I have no doubt about that. If I never meet another person in my profession that whats to be around me…. That’s fine. Because in the month of May I realized that if this profession has a “secret club” that allows some in and keep others out, I want to be left out.
As I watched my son receive his High School Diploma I realized that I am a parent of an adult. High School ways, High School days are over.
As I watch the news every morning, I realize that life is short….. and getting shorter. I need to stand by my convictions.
If I never have another “friend” from my profession…. That is quite alright, because I love the friends that I do have. And they Love me.
They love my messy house,
They love my stinky dog,
They love me when I’m 180lbs,
They love me when I’m 145lbs.
They love my story
and I love theirs.
I have no problem separating personal from professional. When I’m accused of not “carrying my own”, from people that do not strive for excellence, that’s professional. When I’m prepared- while others skate by- that’s professional. When I’m accused of not putting my profession over my family- and have not backed down from any obligations because of family obligations- while others have- that’s professional. If others receive credit for work I’ve done; and silently taken the praise- that’s professional.