Barb Taub asked: Parenting, doctoring, partnering, blogging… My question is how? And I don’t mean in smile modestly, Superwoman kind of way. But more in a what do you get back that makes it worth it to do all those things?We are the lucky ones—your readers/patients/admirers. But what do you get out of all of it?
I am going to start with blogging. What do I get out of blogging? Sanity. And craziness. But mostly sanity. If I did not have a place to put my words where someone would read them, I would go stark raving mad. I was close once. Writing for me is like cutting is for others. The tension builds until I cannot stand it and then I open the wound and bleed all over a page or two. You all save me. Sometimes life hurts so much you have to have somewhere else to put some of that hurt so you can walk away from it. Once I write something here, my fictions or my truths, I can let it go and set it free…. then bury it in other posts until it suffocates and dies.
I also started blogging to see if I was any good at writing. People close to you will pile all kinds of flattery on you to keep you happy, but strangers? If strangers liked what they read, then maybe I was actually good at it.
I read a post at Barnraised this morning that started off with this: “Have you ever hit a wall? Wishing it could be a mirror that would reflect back into the world everything you know to be true in your soul?” Blogging is my mirror, so I don’t have to hit the wall.
Parenting. Once you have a kid, as it turns out, you are kinda stuck raising them. The alternative is jail. Avoiding jail is very rewarding in and of itself, but to be honest, my kids have saved me on more than once occasion. The well placed hug, the “I love you, mommy!”, and cuddles…. They are salves for the wounded soul. I dread the time when my kids no longer want to do these things.
Partnering is a matter of survival. Love aside, I cannot do this alone. I don’t want to do this alone. I have been alone. Alone terrifies me. Also, partnering makes blogging possible. So does a housekeeper.
Doctoring. I love medicine. I love patients. I do NOT like the non-medical and non-patient parts of medicine. Fortunately all of the crap has not crowded out all of the joy. Yet. Yesterday was a particularly tough day at the office. I’ll blog about that soon enough….
So, there it is in a nutshell, folks! Thank you so much for reading and for sticking around.