To me, care can equal stress, spark excitement and inspiration, engage compassion, wipe me out with fatigue, make me jump to action, and keep me coming back for more. I care about people’s well-being, comfort and engagement. I care about things being the best they can be.
I care about the past and the future, a person’s family, hopes and dreams and sorrows. I care about sadness, devastation and disappointments. I care about the good times and the successes, and that little seed of hope, quietly glowing with the fresh green of renewal. I care about how I make people feel, that I’m making a difference, and I care when I perceive things to be unjust, unfair or inefficient. Sometimes I wish I cared a little less because caring can be exhausting. I have to remember to care about myself in all this, and to replenish my bank with things that nourish both body and soul, so I can continue to care and be cared for, in this complex and dynamic environment of care.