Becoming

Sometimes, out of the blue, it hits me: I am becoming a social worker.

A social worker.

Someone with dedication and empathy.

Someone who is fascinated by how people interact. And why they interact. And who they interact with.

Someone who wants the best for everyone.

Someone who believes that everyone needs to be loved and cherished.

Someone who remembers the underdog.

Someone who is far from perfection.

And then I realize that what is really happening, is that I am beginning to put an academic/professional title (along with all of the training, learning, and mistake-making that is involved) to who I already am.

I have a lifetime of learning. Of experiences. Of challenges. Of reconciliation.

I am only just now beginning.

And I am excited.