Sometimes I wonder if I made the right decision doing what I do. I get tired or scared or slightly fed up with life. I worry that I won’t be able to do it for long or that I’m not good enough. I guess that’s natural. But then life reminds me that I love what I do and that I was led down this path and chose to follow it…not because I had to, but because I want to, and I’m good at it.  Everyday I help other people feel better. I listen to their problems. I smile and laugh with them. I look into their eyes and sympathize with their pain and celebrate their triumphs. It’s the most gratifying practice I’ve ever encountered. It still works me to the bone. I’m exhausted right now. But it’s a good feeling. I love what I do!