Meet Marla, my coworker and teammate extraordinaire.
These are her hands.
No, she did not paint her nails while impaired. She allowed one of our patients to paint her nails. We had goals to work on fine motor control and stability exercises for this little girl who loved to have her own nails painted. So they traded manicures as one way to address this goal.
Sometimes I get bogged down with some of the sad stories I encounter at work or trying to keep up with my own productivity standards. I continually fight to achieve balance that is all too often it is fleeting.
But this moment was beautiful. Who else gets to have a laugh over the state of her nails and know that it was purposeful and therapeutic? It was a great reminder to me why I work so hard to do what I do.
Thanks for sharing, Marla!