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Familiar Faces From Another Lifetime
This wasn’t serendipity. It was destiny far beyond common understanding.
Amber was a thirty-one year old personal support worker who was told by her closest colleagues, friends, her mom, and even her doctor, that she was “burnt out.”
She felt normal. However they were perceiving her to be, that had been her way of life since before she was old enough to hold a paying job. “Busy bee,” her dad used to call her.
She supposed that she must be displaying worrisome enough symptoms of this so-called burnout, since it was being brought to her attention with irritating frequency. All Amber could do was shrug it off and continue on.
Her doctor ordered Amber to take a vacation. “Ideally somewhere with some sun,” the doctor said, with a concerned look on her face that translated to “you’re so pale I’m worried you might die from vitamin D deficiency.”
Living in Canada and working twelve-hour shifts, sometimes overnight, she really didn’t get much sun. The workaholic in her early thirties hadn’t taken a vacation since her second year of college, and even that was only a weekend trip to hectic New York City.
Convincing herself that a vacation would be a good idea, and that her clients would (hopefully) survive without her…
