Many moons ago I worked at a newspaper, in the days before the internet . . . so you can imagine my glee when my friends/food justice soldiers at one of my favorite cafes/e-grocery “stores” asked me to write a review for their home delivery service.
My parents told me that the notion of job as extension of self . . . job as expression of soul identity, job as manifestation of alignment with the universe, etc. is nonsensical and silly . . . and I must admit I am somewhat dichotomous in my thinking about work and it’s relation to personal identity . . . I like the security of having a “traditional” paycheck . . . from another dependable person/company/corporation and I tend to think that if you dream up your own job and are blissfully self-employed, you can’t support yourself. Another post, another day, another thing to think about. In the meantime . . . .
One of the many things I like about blogging is it allows me to sport my fantasy career hats. Check it out: