When I came out of the coma, I had trouble using the restroom. I could feel I had to go, I just couldn’t. My doctor had ordered some kind of test to see where the problem was but, fortunately, I never had to get it. I peed the night before, and there was much rejoicing.
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I believe my letter would go along these lines:
Well met, 10-years-ago-me!
How good it is to see you looking so well! I know, you don’t feel like you’re well, but you’ll get on track. It’ll be okay. I just wanted to tell you of a few things that may help over the next decade.
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I’ve actually been thinking of writing about this lately, and then today’s Daily Prompt asked: How do you feel about your job? Do you spring out of bed, looking forward to work? Or, is your job a soul-destroying monotony of pure drudgery, or somewhere in between?
I am a social worker with a Catholic agency in north St. Louis, and I work with homeless addicted and mentally ill people. My patience and enjoyment of the position has fluctuated over the years, and maybe that’s normal. When I first started in this position, I was happy about the work and wanted to try new things, explore different ways of helping the clients. Then I started to see the same people again and again, the revolving door, and anytime I tried something new, I was met with resistance. Later, I started graduate school, and I spent a lot of time focusing on research and macro-level intervention, something I really wanted to get into. I had hoped to find a job for after graduation (nope) or get into the next PhD cohort (not happenin’).
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Living by a barter system… the dream of communes everywhere… What would I give in a community like that?
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I read an article from the Guardian about the top five regrets of the dying, and I clicked on it, expecting the read the usual business about following your dreams and bucket lists.
There was a little bit about that, but also the line in the title: “I wish I hadn’t worked so hard.”
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