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:
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.
Any time I have to fill that in on a form, or anytime anyone asks me that, I reply that I am “A Domestic Goddess”…