What do I do... Hmmm... well... a series of events that I never would have asked for and wouldn’t have wished upon anyone landed me in a place I probably never would have wound up otherwise. And because of that, I am able to make my living creating things in metal and wood (mostly metal) to add beauty and pleasure to people’s homes and lives. That’s the best way to sum it up I guess.
I don't have anyone that I talk to on a regular basis besides my husband and family
I understand this all too well, but slowly...slooooowwwwwwwly I am meeting people near to me. One by one, their paths I cross. I don’t think there’s too many right here locally, but they’re close enough.
Everyone here just thinks I'm weird and in this state, that usually means "bad". Or crazy
Well... ultimately what other folks think is out of your control. The only thing you can control is your own actions. By treating others with respect I earned respect from them. And I always offered to help out if I saw someone needing it. All of the sudden that “peculiar guy down the road”, turns out to be “a pretty nice guy... strange, but nice”. I’ve actually come to relish my local oddity over the years. And smile at everybody... people like it for the most part... and that bit in the previous post about stopping a girl's suicide may sound corny, but is based in fact.
I work in hospice and the same thing is important to all people when they are dying, no matter what race, age, or religion they are - friends and family.
Let me thank you for what you do. I saw first hand what Hospice means to people. Hospice tended to both my Grandfather and Grandmother. Thank you from the bottom of my heart... sincerely. I was able to hold my Grandmothers hand when she took her last breath. It was a blessing... just as miraculous, to me, as witnessing a birth... perhaps even more so. And you are correct... I’ve never heard of anybody using their last words to say, “Sure wish I’d worked a little more overtime”.
What do you do for a living? I think I would love it!
I’m gonna caution you about the “I would love it” part. I understand frustration with a work environment. But my grass is the exact same color as yours... you’re just looking at it differently. Everything in life is a trade off. You may, or may not like being in my shoes. But to be me you would no longer be able to be you. And you are the perfect you the way you are.... a beautiful, growing, learning spirit. Regrets are pointless, my friend. You can’t change the past, only learn from it. Life is a big learning experience so embrace it for that. I would never have dreamed 5 years ago that I would be where I am, who knows where I’ll be in 5 more? I know for certain that I would change not one single breath even if I could. Where I am has everything to do with where I’ve been and I like where I’m heading.
Hope you have a good day!!! Friday is almost here