Well the end of this story, which also happens to be the beginning, is that I quit. I decided that contrary to whatever security-minded voice told me that selling wheelchairs would be my thing, it in fact wasn't. I knew this for sure the day I shadowed another salesperson to the occupational therapy unit of our local hospital for people with spinal cord injuries in order to fit a patient for a new wheelchair.
I stood in the middle of the room, not sure where to sit down, what to do with myself and saw that I did not fit in. I was the only person in the room wearing high heels and makeup and felt about as appropriate as a clown in a morgue. How very frivolous to wonder if you're wearing the right shade of lip gloss as you drive to a place where the inhabitants are battling their own bodies for every hint of mobility they can coax and re-learn. A reminder to express gratitude for our lives and health and to appreciate the circumstances of others.
In any case, the story of my departure and safe landing in the perfect job is worthy of another post and my full attention. I will continue this thought. Sooner rather than later...like perhaps tomorrow night.
**a worthwhile digression**
I am about to close down my Mac and settle in to my pillows for the night when I tune in to a sound. Its a soft buzzing sound, the sound of a cat at peace with the world and sleeping on my legs. As I listen, I literally get a swell in my throat and decide that this, after a day of friends and laughter and relaxation, is the best part of my day. Just Badcat and I. I, anticipating my clean sheets and She, so content that her whole body hums. Life is simple and perfect if you let it be so.
