For the last thirteen or so years of my young life (I'm 30 if anyone's counting) I've been preoccupied with the notion that my value on planet earth was defined by my career (or lack thereof). Similarly that my career defined who I was a person- that when introduced to someone I might as well have said "Hi, my name is Clerk at Blockbuster. It's nice to meet you Genius at Apple Store". Funny story, the first job I got once I graduated college was as a clerk at Blockbuster. After moving to Los Angeles, the first job I applied for was at the Apple Store and in a mass group interview we had to make what they called "a heartfelt explanation of why we were passionate about retail." Not Apple products mind you, just the concept of working in retail. Needless to say my acting skills were not at the level that I could BS my way through the verbal obstacle course that was that interview. As I've gotten older my quest for identity as defined by how I pay my bills has softened. Sure I still get the desire to prove myself to the world through career accomplishments but at least these days I can safely say that I am more than my job. I am more than the career ambitions that I never reached (or at least haven't yet anyway) and when I meet people, I am not defined by whatever I introduce myself as. Especially when I lie and tell people that I am a professional ghost hunter- and part time wrangler for that monkey that dresses up like a cowboy and rides a dog. (Sigh) Only in dreams.
Look at his little smirk! That monkey balls so hard, other monkeys wanna fine him!