Dooley Noted: 11/11/14
A popular article is circulating in social media many times over.
Sometimes, it finds its way into my inbox. It tends to be sent to me by people who don’t know me well and definitely have never met me.
This article lists the regrets of the dying.
One of these regrets was, “I wish I hadn’t worked so hard.”
I think observers see me working consistently, and they think I will regret it.
Here’s the truth.
People that die with that regret worked a job.
My career isn’t my job. This is my life’s work.
My mother will occasionally voice the concern, “Jo, you work so hard.” It quickly fades as she hears the excitement in all I’m doing and how I help people.
I can help patients rid themselves of pain.
I can help clinicians become more proficient.
I can help trainers feel a stronger command over biomechanics.
I can help students learn crucial anatomy that improves their clinical minds.
I can inspire my friends to live out their dreams instead of waking only for a paycheck.
I can educate by living what I do and leading by example.
I have the honor and privilege to inspire others.
This isn’t a job I dread waking to every morning.
This is my life.
I awaken every day to life my life. If I weren’t promised another moment, I would die knowing I lived my life all the way, and I had one hell of a ride.
Before you send that article to my inbox, make sure you can state the same.
As always, it’s your call.
– Dr. Kathy Dooley