appreciation

I Get To

9:19pm

In the evenings this week, I have been ecstatically returning home with high expectations of what I can accomplish. Feed the fur fam, walk the dogs, clean the house, run errands, edit and post a piece for The Sask Press, work on the upcoming workshop for my writing business, answer e-mails and messages, connect with my loved ones, craft a newsletter or Instagram post, catch up with laundry, pack before the weekend, wrap Christmas gifts (side note: those of you who receive cards or presents from me through the mail already know that they may arrive anywhere between December 1st and Jan. 15th – time is an illusion anyways), dance around, and last but not least – write this short blog.

Now, the way I listed those few things might have given you the impression that they are stressing me out or overwhelming me… but here’s the truth: They are not. I definitely don’t always cram every minute of my days with things to do, but this week I have, and I feel freaking blessed to be able to have such a beautiful life where I get to freely be me – freely live without worry or fear, freely express emotion and joy, freely return to our home each evening.

You know what else is cool? Getting to deal with psychopath patients through the health care system.

Now, I understand that statement might sound a tad dramatic; that’s because it was, but I wasn’t entirely exaggerating there. I am learning to appreciate my encounters with patients who demonstrated narcissistic, sociopathic, and other instabilities because it allows me to fully appreciate the beautiful life and experiences that I GET TO have because I am healthy. I get to experience emotion in a dynamic way. I GET TO empathically care for and connect with others. I GET TO be me, and oh how beautiful a gift that is.

I might not be a pharmacist forever, but I will always be able to look back and have gratitude for the gifts the profession has given me. For that – and for everything – I am grateful.

-Casey