Hi, people. Nothing bad has happened to me, I just haven't been motivated to write. I've been working under 40 hours per week at my job, but feel physically exhausted at the end of the day. Although I like working with the patients, the rest of the menial work I have to do sometimes gets a little out of hand. A lot of my old issues with CTS and my shoulder have crept back up on me. Thankfully, it's not because of what my new career involves. I won't be doing a zillion loads of laundry per day and filing folders in a much-too-full cabinet when I become an OT.
On the first day of lent, I was driving to work, and a woman called into a local radio station to report that she was giving up complaining for lent. I know I used to be a complainer, because I was so unhappy my first two years here. I tried an experiment that day at work. I talked only when people addressed me with something work-related, and then listened to what people talked about. I thought about how I would respond, and I realized how much me and others around me complain about petty shit. Some people have the right to complain because they have truly gotten the shit end of the stick, but I have taken a closer look at my daily tasks and realized I have NOTHING to complain about. I guess that vow of silence stuff really does do something for clarity.
Don't worry, I won't be moving into a yurt and start carrying around a dry-erase board to express my thoughts. I'm not that far gone.
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But, you would look so cute with a small dry erase board slung about your neck.
What a wonderful idea, to just listen to people, really listen. My problem is sometimes (actually most times) I try to think of a witty, intelligent remark and I forget to really listen. I know that is not the point you were making, though.
Back to your point, I have found that people who have every right to complain, hardly ever do. yomama
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