"Who are you"?
Interesting that she DIDN'T ask me, "So,...what do you do"? We had already been introduced and had been siting next to each other on a couch talking for the past 25 minutes. She was a 77 year old woman with a warm British accent. We had talked about her days of working and living in London, Paris and New York City. Without too many details, she told me about what she liked and didn't like in each city. She had worked at the U.N. until she retired, and then moved back to London, only to realize how many more times she would see her son before her death. She had moved back to L.A. where he lived to increase the number.
I paused after she asked the question, smiled and said, "I can do this". I smiled because I realized that she wasn't asking about about my job, but rather who I was. "I'm apretty happy person. I'm talented. I love my life, my partner Joe and my pets. I'm an artist, with many friends and a lust for the unusual". She smiled and nodded, and said, "and...". I had to think. Who was I really? It was really weird to think about all the different thing that I am that make up the whole, that made me who I am. How often do we describe ourselves by our jobs? I'm a "Mother", I'm a "grocery clerk", I'm a banker, etc.... I continued on without ever mentioning my "job".
I just thought that whole thing was very interesting and it got me thinking today.
So.....WHO ARE YOU?
Santa Monica Beach. Something nice for you to look at today.
Seee you soon.