We've all had those days - those moments when, despite having chosen our work out of genuine dedication, we think to ourselves, "What am I DOING here? Should I be doing this any more?"
The other day I walked into an O.R. to borrow a piece of equipment and came upon one of my colleagues being playful with her five-year-old patient. Later in the recovery room I saw her little patient snoozing, calm, comfortable, safely swaddled in some warm blankets. When I saw my colleague in the conference room, I said in passing, "Hey, nice job with that pediatric case."
"Thanks," she said with about as much enthusiasm as I've been responding to compliments about my work lately. There was something in her voice that made me wonder if she was having a "blue period" of her own - a lot of us seemed to be.
So although workplace morale has taken a dive lately and we haven't been able to feel much satisfaction from even the good work we do day to day, I try to tell myself to look beyond all that, rise above the pessimism and discouragement, and try to live in hope. Not frivolous, superficial hope, like, "I hope the situation gets better," but rather the deeper hope of people of faith that says, Know that even in the desert you are not alone, and even in darkness there is good, there is always good.