Inky: I truly dislike hospitals, which is ironic since it’s where I work. It’s not the medical professionals, or the people but the building itself and what it represents. I have lost one too many folk in its halls, and spent too much time there myself. So why do I work, have spent all my day life in places like this one?
I don’t know really.
I can tell you it’s because I can help people, that is true. The work rewarding, again true. But even so I feel most enriched alone, outside, working the garden, or inside writing. Don’t get me wrong regret did not give birth to this thought. I have been part of too many stories to regret what I do. I guess I am just questioning the duplicity of my emotions.