I am an American Sign Language interpreter and I absolutely love my job. I get to be there for the best and worst moments of people's lives, but I'm mostly there for the in between.
This week I had several jobs that were on the "worst" end of the scale. Interpreting heartbreak is never easy and never fun, but hurt is a part of everyone's experience. In school I was taught to remain professional and to keep it together at all cost. I'm still human and I still feel, even though I'm supposed to remain as neutral as possible.
I have learned that I need to be me so if I need to cry, I will.
I cried this week. A few times.
But holy cow - I love this job