If I thought I had an appreciation for what Care Workers do before today, they've gone up in my estimations a hundredfold.
What a service. What a job. What strength of character the Carers display. I really hope I can live up to a quarter of what they do. They are an inspiration. The two ladies I went out with this morning and am about to go back out with are a credit to the human race.
I can't pretend that I chose this line of work to go along with my year or my blog, but they do fit in perfectly with each other. Previously, I've earned really good money doing soul destroying jobs with the only motivation being limiting the stress damage. I've done this full time, 40, 50, 60, 70 hours per week. Instead of that, I'm now training to be a care worker, helping service users to retain as much of their independence and dignity as they can. I've swapped the big salary for the big rewards, and I already know that I've made the best decision of my life.
Never again will I be welded to my office chair, sit at a board room table, have to submit reports or work to "targets".The thought of those things makes me feel sick.
Yes, I've got a whole lot of challenges in front of me that not every one can deal with, but I'm confident that I can master these challenges with the care and respect that they deserve and command. It is not for everyone, granted, but we may all use the service at some point or other in our lives. That makes the difference.
I do believe I have arrived.