of whether or not i can continue with my work at the shelter has sort of answered itself.
i haven't been able to go in, the past few days and won't be able to for several more, for personal reasons, and i think that's just as well. it had been a tough week and i was worn out. being away gives me the opportunity to miss it. to feel the space its absence leaves in my life. to think about what i've been doing the past few months.
from my first day there, i just rolled up my proverbial sleeves and got to work. i didn't make a plan to go back each day. i just went. i think that's how i know it's right for me. there was no deciding. i don't keep track of my hours and i'm only capable of simple math but i know that it's been a big commitment. i've given it a significant chunk of my time. i refer to it as "going to work" because it's more than a diversion. it's a reason for getting out of bed and a chance to feel good about doing so.
i hope some things change at the shelter...but i'll be going back, even if they don't. once again i'm aware that i'm helping animals in need and that one of them is me.
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