I have never been good at answering questions.  Questions of any kind really.  One of my proudest moments was when a teacher asked me what grade I was in.  And I boldly said that I was “In the 6th grade.  I think.”  Its been a running joke around here ever since.  So now whenever someone asks me a question – I always want to follow it up with an “I think” because it just seems like I should.

I kind of assumed that when I reached this “Magic age” people would stop asking me questions.  The questions were always “What grade are you in?”  And a few years later “Are you in college?” and then a year or so later “Boy friend?  Married?”  And while its true – that Amanda got put through the ringer (being the oldest and all) I kind of blindly assumed that people would stop asking me questions when I reached…this magic age.

We went through the stages – and when Amanda got married, everyone skipped the college/grade questions with me and went straight for the punch line – so when are YOU getting married?  Then the questions stopped.  And I smiled blissfully – because the questions were now over.  I reached the magic age.  Except that I didn’t.  Because now people ask me what grade Im in.  And apparently, I have started all over on the question grid – only in a more condensed format, with more complicated ones tossed in for fun because when people find out that not only am I not in grade school, Im not in college, nor am I married?  They kind of want to know just WHAT I am up to.

They want to know just what I do.  And I suppose its only natural.  I mean, I kind of still want to know what I do.

A few days ago – someone asked me what I did.  And I stammered my way through saying I work in dads shop, and slyly turned the subject to Amanda, because every conversation is better when its about my sister, right?  Come to think of it – it wasn’t so sly.  And it was sort of out of the blue in a “What do you do?” “Oh I work in the office because I have a sister who lives in England and lets talk about her, m’kay?” sort of way.  Ahem.  I digress.

The thing is when people ask me what I do – I really don’t have an answer.  Because my life?  Is really no different than anyone elses.  I don’t do this amazing life changing work.  I do paper work.  And I love it.  But when people hear you “Do paper work” for 12+ hours a day, they start to wonder just what kind of a math freak you are.  (In all honesty – I hate math, and math hates me.  There is rarely any math going on over here.)

I don’t know how to answer people, because everything I do – is done by others – only ten times better.  If I say “Im a photographer!” people assume Im a top of the line, quality photographer who has won awards or at very least, knows what they are doing behind the camera.  But really I just enjoy taking pictures, and messing with the settings and sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t.  See?  Just like everyone else.  A self proclaimed, wannabe photographer.

If I say I write – then people think I am a best seller author who has written ten books on life changing topics, and want to know what some big word means.  When in all honesty – I just love writing, and sometimes can get letters to form words that eventually make sentences that ramble on, and hardly make any sense.

Im ok with what I do.  Infact, I love what I do.  I love spending hours at a time researching something and writing about it.  I love figuring out a new technique on the camera – even if its already been discovered.  I (usually) love dealing with customers and sorting money.  I do what I enjoy, and enjoy what I do.  But it’s the same as everyone else, so explaining what I do – when its just basic, mundane stuff that makes a simple little me happy?  Is hard.

So just what do I do?

I live a life that is going by way to fast.  I spend my days with people who I love one minute, and cant stand the next – my family (and pretty sure they would say the same thing about me).  I spend my time writing words, crunching numbers, telling dogs no, and answering the phone.  I enjoy staying up late, into the early hours on the morning – and feel like I have accomplished something when I mark something off my “list.”

I get mad, I get stressed, I get insanely happy, and love candy.

I am nothing special, don’t do anything out of the ordinary, and fill my days with silly stuff that at the end of the day – I don’t even remember.  I try to prioritize things, and fail.  I try to make people important, and get mad.  I try and fail, and try try again.  And yes, I do paper work.  I write checks, make invoices, pay bills, and plan dinner.  But who doesn’t?

I don’t do anything out of the ordinary – yet so many people ask.  Just what do you do?  And just once, I want to say “I do what I enjoy, and enjoy what I do.  I live my life – just like everyone else, with a few things that make me different.  Im no one special, nothing important.  Im me.  And Im ok with that.”

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What do YOU do?

One thought on “What do you do?

  1. RoSy says:

    I wake up – live – go to sleep & hope that I wake up to see another day 🙂

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