be as nice, friendly, forgiving and not judgemental as my mom

I recently started a job where I do intake for formerly homeless people. I knew that I had to put up a front as I did on both interviews. I went on and on about how I enjoy helping people. As usual I thought it was going to feel like any other job; draining and repetitive. I don’t like helping people, actually I really dislike people. I keep a small circle of friends. An even smaller mind frame if you understand that. Not close minded I just know or thought I knew who everyone was. I was in for a surprise.
I come in every morning and I love work. I enjoy the people I work with. Erin is one of my co-workers, I think she’s amazing. She trained me on my position and is so great at it. Not just because she expresses herself so well or is extremely knowledgable. The reason is because I can tell that she enjoys helping these people. I can’t blame her, it feels really great.
It feels so good brightening up these peoples faces just a little if not more.

I am still working on forgiving people. I find it easy to let go of memories. I don’t know if this means i’ve forgiven them, which I don’t think it is

to be continued . . .