{Whoops. I knew I'd fall behind eventually, but I gave myself at least a week before I started slacking on the Blog Every Day in May Challenge. Ah well. Like she said, the blog police didn't come knocking and hopefully you forgive me so all is well.}
"What Do You Do?" ~ May 6
Of course she was clever and specifically said we couldn't answer with our profession, which I really appreciate. Something I've picked up on during my time abroad is how Americans ask each other "what they do" within moments of meeting one another. Even when we're talking about other people just in casual conversation, even when we have no idea what the (bleep) they actually do... "Oh, my friend Hayley, she works doing something with pharmacies... pharmaceuticals ... Yeah, I'm not really sure, I know she goes to conferences and lives basically in DC... anyway..." I know for a fact I've said that exact sentence on more than one occasion. Hayley is one of my best friends; I talk to her every single day and yet the previous statement is as far as I can get when I'm telling you about her job. Wanna know why? It's not important.
It's not that her job isn't important to me, or the fact that she provides for herself and all the empowerment mumbo jumbo (true mumbo jumbo, but you get my point) that goes with it. It's just that even though we talk every single day, and work may be mentioned every now and again, it is not our focus of conversation. We talk about relationships, politics, views, passions, ideas, plans, dreams, fears, hair styles... you know, the deep issues of the world. I tend to judge my friendships with people based on our conversation styles. If we can go months without talking and when we're finally able to catch up, spend hours laughing and crying like no time has ever passed ~ that's a friendship. If we can jump from one topic to the next with ease, and always have more to say ~ that's a friendship. If I can tell you exactly what you do for a living, it's either because I work with you, I've had that job, or because we have absolutely nothing else to say other than what we do.
But, our jobs aren't what we do. They're not who we are. Even our hobbies or passions aren't what we do... so, when faced with the question "what do you do?" and I'm not able to answer "I'm an administrative assistant at a middle/high school and I'm going for my Masters of Education degree in School Counseling," then I'm in a real pickle. What do I do? You know what... I laugh. I laugh all the time, good or bad, socially acceptable or not, always loudly and never apologizing for it. I laugh when I'm nervous. I laugh when I'm shaking away tears. Laughing is something that I feel as though I have become known for well enough that I can say... laughing is what I do.
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| May 6, 2009 ~ Celebrating Tyler's 24th birthday at Olive Garden HAPPY 28th BIRTHDAY, HONEY BOO! |
Biggest Fears ~ May 7
- supernatural BS
- going to jail for something I didn't do
- setting unrealistic expectations on my kids & having them not turn out how I wanted
- not being the mom my kids wanted
- Sandy dying... I can't even think about it!
- gypsies... (bleep) that noise
- losing all optimism


















