Finding the spark again

I ran into some weird happenstances recently that completely killed my love of acupuncture and herbal medicine. I didn't want to look at it, talk about it, practice it.

And that hurt, man, because I love(d) this space so much. I just want to have a modest practice and treat pain. I love that people walk away with so much relief. For too long, we've told people that a painful life is inevitable and we need to face it with stoic resolve, but that's just not true. And it's not right--why should people martyr themselves for someone else's philosophical beliefs about suffering?

But I'm starting to rediscover my love for the art again, and while I'm easily discouraged, I'm just glad to be on the right path.