My friend Ahna had a great post about this subject recently.
I have no idea how to answer this question in polite conversation. This has been a tough one for a long time, probably because when I became a mother for the second time 7 years ago I quit “working” for the man…well, working for my man, that is. I used to produce for projects Dave wrote and directed. You could say I stopped producing Film/Video for Dave and starting producing Children instead. har, har.
Now that I’ve hit my mid-life crisis though, which in reality is more about figuring out my own identity, this question makes me bristle more than ever.
Ahna had some incredible thought provoking insights on this and I fully plan to embrace those but in the meantime I have another idea.
Next time someone asks what I “do” rather than saying “I have no freakin idea” I shall answer thus:
I breathe every day
I drink too much coffee
I work it out with fear and trembling
I pick up again
I remember to breathe
I start over the next day
and see what greets me.