Work always becomes mundane. No matter how glamorous or exciting it may sound at first, no matter how passionate you feel about a cause, eventually it become routine and the petty annoyances obscure your enjoyment. But then sometimes you have a breakthrough, and see the beauty again.
Yesterday afternoon I heard a moment of pure beauty.... in the audience of a meeting being conducted in English, Burmese, Somali, Arabic, Russian and Bhutanese... all in one room. I was there for work purposes, a quarterly meeting for resettled refugees. It was breathtaking to see so many people getting along and even laughing together! This is seriously the coolest job ever. I'm really going to miss it.