~ Brilliant Woman ~

I hate it when someone asks what I do.

If I say, “I stay at home and raise my kids.” I feel so unimpressive.  I know how hard I work, and often it’s a thankless task, but it never feels like I can adequately convey the magnitude and diversity of that in “I stay at home and raise my kids.”

If I say, “I’m the COO of a family run company,” I know I’m spinning the truth around a bit much and I feel like a liar.  Or a lobbyist.

If I say, “I’m independently wealthy,” they laugh.  And rightfully so.

If I say, “I’m a nude model,” they become awkwardly silent, and I laugh.

I’m not going to justify my choices in life.   I often fall back on the saying:

“Never explain. 

Your friends don’t need it, and your enemies won’t believe you anyways.” 

I have no idea where I read that, but I don’t want to be blamed for plagiarism, so hear me now:  I did not write that!  Whew, I feel better.

But isn’t it an awesome thought?

So the next time someone asks me what I am, I’m going to simply say, “I’m brilliant.”   And if they say, “No, I mean what do you DO?”  I’m going to say, “Brilliant things.”  And then when they say, “No, I mean how do you make your living?”  I’m going to say, “Brilliantly.”   I figure they’ll drop it after a while.

It’s brilliant.