I’m becoming a workaholic. I like my job. There. I said it. Out loud. For all of the world to hear.
I never would have guessed a year ago, a month ago that I would really enjoy my job. Don’t tell anyone, but I enjoy the dental industry. There is always something new to learn. Just when I think I “get it,” I find out that I don’t have a clue.
In my role, I am mediator, counselor, cheerleader, “monkey in the middle,” teacher, student, liaison. I never know from day to day what I’ll be doing or with whom I will be speaking. I do know that 95% of my days go by so quickly that I don’t know what I’ve accomplished.
That’s not to say that everyday is a walk in the park. Somedays (like today) I feel like I was run through the ringer. But, now I have things to look forward to. Like going to DC for the weekend. (And visiting National Community Church, of Mark Batterson fame.) Like going to San Antonio, TX. (And visiting the Alamo.) Like going to San Francisco next month. (And visiting Fisherman’s Wharf and the Golden Gate Bridge.) You get my point. I’m starting to see the bright side of the crazy.
But, for now, I have to head to bed. I have a marathon day tomorrow.