Tuesday, April 30, 2013

The Roar

Sometimes I start writing a post and think, I’ve probably written about this before.  I suppose we all know by now that I like repetitive messages.

Last year I went to a conference and heard a speaker talk about shadow sides of this business of helping people.

It’s these burdens that we carry.  When you hear someone’s story and realize that there is really nothing you can do to help, it gets into your soul.

Running helps.

But sometimes it’s not enough.

Sometimes the nightmares come.

Sometimes you wake up in the middle of the night, making a roaring noise.  Your husband swears it was a scream, but you insist that it was a fierce roar. 

Sometimes the roar scares the crap out of the dog.

I’ve decided that I need a week off from work every six months (at least).  This month, I’m hitting that mark.  But I will have to wait a little longer until my week off.

In the meantime, I will keep running.

And picture myself sitting in a lounge chair outside the lake house.


  1. You can make it to that week off!
    Realizing there is nothing you can do and that people have to make their own decisions is one of the hardest parts of the job, I think.


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