Job You Are Not

You are NOT your job. These were the words that got me, more than the card they were written in but less than the motive of my beloved in writing them. He was reaching out to comfort me in a kind and well thought out manner. He gave me a card that spoke of taking care of oneself, having the freedom and "divine right" to say no when necessary and to make choices for myself. And then he personally pointed out that I am NOT my job, as I already stated.

And he is correct. Even if sometimes I forget that. As I did for several days leading up to yesterday. My job is just that, a job. No more a career for me than delivering pizza was back in the day. However, I am better at this than I ever was at getting pizza to people who ordered it. I would get lost easily and I struggled to see the house numbers in the dark and I just plain 'ol felt like a slob doing it for a living. I was poor as dirt at that point and looked like it. That's where I ended up after quitting my last steady job. If it hadn't been for this one, I am not sure exactly where I would be and I am not sure it would be good.

Still - a job is a job. For the time being, I have to swallow it and move on, working toward my future. For me and me alone. Maybe one day I'll have a second or third or more persons to consider but for now it is just me and Fred. And he's happy as long as there is food and water in his bowl and a roof over his head. He is easy to please.

So now... if I take my job out of the equation... who am I? Thanks for making me think about it, my beloved and thank you again for the card.