In the last 30 years I’m proud of/grateful for: I like to help people.
I enjoy helping people. I haven’t always. I think it’s something I’m still learning. By nature I think I’m a selfish person but I’ve been trying little by little to improve upon that. I admire those who are innately selfless and don’thgave to think about trying to do nice things for others.
My job is basically centered around helping people. I answer questions, give advice and teach others to do things that make their life easier. Having this job gives me regular practice at being helpful/friendly/nice and I get a lot of satisfaction from making students’ experience at the facility where I work positive and enjoyable.
I’m glad I get satisfaction from helping others. I can’t recall feeling this way as a child or as a teenager either really. So, I’m grateful that I’ve acquired an enjoyment of and desire to help people—even if it has taken me awhile to grow into it.
How I celebrated: I had a really enjoyable day at work helping a grad student use our Raman microscope. Then I rode the stationary bike at the rec center, came home and ate take out Mexican food and started watching season 1 of The Walking Dead with Matt. Pretty good day.
