I thought I’d share my babies with you, so you can see why I’m so gaga over them…
This is one of the teenagers – about 4 1/2 months old. He just got a treat and is busy eating it, but look at that goofy face!
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All the babies get hammocks to lounge in and they love them to bits. Literally, sometimes.
This is Poochie, named that because when she came into the clinic, she’d had an unfortunate encounter with a dog. We weren’t sure she was going to make it, but she’s fully recovered and thriving!
So, can you see why they’ve become my passion?
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about finding your passion. If you’re very, very lucky, you find your passion and it’s your vocation. If you’re just very lucky, you find your passion and are able to do it alongside your vocation. Right now, I think I’m very lucky. My practical side (and the people who want me to pay the bills they send me) says that wildlife rehab is something I’m not going to be able to do as a vocation. But, now that I know how much I love it, I can do whatever’s necessary to do it in addition to a job that actually pays a living wage.
So, how do you know what your passion is? For me, it’s the thing that makes me lose time. It’s what makes me smile whenever I think about it. It’s what my mind drifts to as a default when it’s just wandering. I had no idea when I started volunteering that it would be this way. I knew I’d like it (I mean, really, it’s helping baby and injured animals – how could I not enjoy that?), but I never thought I’d turn into a gushing, gaga fool about it. I’m a very lucky woman.
I hope you all find (or are way ahead of me and have already found) the thing that turns you into a fool, too.
Hated my job. Left. Now what? 