When I was five I wanted to be a tree.
Don’t know why. Just knew that I needed to come up with some kind of answer for the grown-ups who kept asking.
Over the years, I turned into a banker. Don’t really know how that happened either. It just happened and kept being for about 20 years.
These days, I’m not sure what to say when people ask “what do you do?” I make paper and paper art like cards, journals and posters. I sit with people in spiritual direction. I love people and accept their love. I plant stuff. I cook. I listen to music. I read. I watch that youtube clip of Susan Boyle over and over. I laugh. I cry. I provoke arguments. I seek peace. Sometimes I just sit in front of my computer and click on the stumble upon icon.
I guess I’m at That Point of life where describing What I Do doesn’t seem so clear cut to me. I think I’m ALMOST ready not to have anything following a comma after my name. I do wish I could come up with an answer though. So many folk really seem to need it.
What do you do? How do you answer that that question?