Recently I have been thinking about something different to write about other than food and wine. This brought me to Thursday Thoughts, which I did last week for the first time and quite enjoyed writing about something fun but different.
I have been through this many times where I feel I am having a bit of an identity crisis. This comes from an ongoing conversation I have with one of my friend’s in England.
So, the crux of it is… my friend said I am a “career woman.” I beg to differ, I really do. I am a woman of a certain age who fell flat on her face, big time, hurts a little bit actually, into a career/job. That said – is my job really a career? I don’t think so, I really really don’t. It’s a job, well its three or four jobs actually rolled into one that I barely skim the surface of but work incredibly hard at. Is that really a career?
I truly think that because I am a woman of a certain age who is not married and does not have children that I need some other label and because I work at a very busy job I must be a career woman.
So, it has got me thinking. I think I am now known, sadly, as someone who works too much, has no time to even return a friend’s phone call, and remembers to call her family at 7pm at night when it is 12am in England – far too late. I don’t like that identity either. What do I want my identity to be? A princess, an astronaut, a fireman, a doctor – probably all too late for that? A working woman with a fun passion for writing a little blog with great friends, a good social life and a family who loves her. A long identity but I like it.
What are your thoughts?
Welcome to the club, Tracey. Sometimes when there doesn’t exist a template for the life we have, or the life we want to have, we need to build it ourselves. Being a pioneer can be frustrating and lonely too. I’m a gay man largely shunned by the gay community for my entire life, until suddenly (ta da!) they put down their wigs and pompoms and decide that being educated, masculine men is the key to happiness and fulfillment. Where were you a##holes when I was building my identity? Why did I have do everything on my own? Argh.