Today, one of my girls interviewed me for her U450 class (the class all students applying to be RAs or CUEs need to take), and it has me thinking about my job. Surprise, surprise: I find myself at a loss for adequate words.
There isn't really a good way to summarize what it means to be an RA and how it affects your life. I haven't found an effective way to explain it yet. It's this indescribable journey...if you get it, I don't have to explain it. If you don't, there's no way for me to do so. It's one of those things that no matter what I say about it, you won't understand unless you're a part of it.
Suffice to say (and perhaps all there is to say), my life has been irreversibly altered. I have met the most incredible people in this job- both coworkers and residents- and I will forever be grateful for the opportunities afforded to me. When everything is said and done, with everything that is in me I love this job. I love my girls, I love my coworkers, and it is a blessing. I am stronger, kinder, more confident, more aware of what is happening around me, and even a little more patient (anyone who knows me also knows I have never been a patient person). I have more tolerance for others, but less tolerance for excuses and BS. Like everything else I've pursued, this lifestyle has become a defining part of who I am, and I cannot imagine my life without it. (:
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