I'm sitting here on a stool at the bar in our kitchen watching Jonathan expertly sauté portobellos, peppers and onions for veggie fajitas. I'm enjoying two of my favorite indulgences: cold cider and blue corn tortilla chips w my absolute favorite jarred salsa as of late.

I had two wonderful night shifts in a row and am so grateful to be reminded (even on a night shift) that I do love my job. It constantly challenges me to better myself and hold my standards high to help those in need. I know I'm not saving the world or most of the time even saving lives but most of us who are in pain and frightened need encouragement and care. It still feels like a privilege to be the one to give that.

I'm also grateful that after a night shift followed by 4 hours of sleep, my husband is willing to cook for me and I get to be the one who is cared for.

Hopebench