The Mamas and the Papas couldn’t trust Monday. Me? I’m learning to love it. Monday’s I test visual fields for some optometrists and it’s a joy. Yep, I can work on being kind, and I can work on being nice, and it’s a sure fire way to drag me out of me shell. Now, even Monday is fine. Ah ha!
Visual field tests are a non-invasive examination used to detect glaucoma. It can also alert an eye doctor to other medical and optical issues of course, but primarily it’s used to screen for, or monitor patients with, glaucoma. See, it’s a good thing and I like doing it. It’s also a great place to work.
I know, I know… I’m only there two afternoons a week, but trust me when I tell you, I’ve had my share of jobs and this one is quickly becoming a favourite. Everyone is smiley, warm, and funny. Funny is like a bonus! Seriously, though, the biggest deal is the respect. People affirm each others’ skills and abilities. Corrections are made gently, and with the inherent understanding that we all mess up. And no one’s pigeon holed. You’re encouraged to learn, to try new things.
One big deal is there’s no trash talk. It’s so refreshing. Of course, I diss all the time about one doc or another. And goodness knows I have to gossip about co-workers. I AM KIDDING! There is none of that. Everybody’s got your back, it seems.
Now all this sunshine is likely a bit over the top. People are people, they have their ups and downs, and days are the same, some are better than others. But here’s the thing. When people genuinely try to be good to each other, it works. And the energy that’s produced is pretty fucking fantastic.
So my wish this night is for kindness. When I treat myself gently, with love and respect, I feel good. I benefit. Extending all of that generosity of spirit outward from my being, must have the same effect. And so on and so on and so on. Let’s all decide to bathe tomorrow in a pay-it-forward tub. Even if we feel lousy, extend a hand to someone else regardless. You might be pleasantly surprised at the outcome.
With infinite hope…