Do you ever stammer when someone asks you what you do? You may give the short answer… naming the J.O.B. that puts food on the table. If you’re lucky enough, it’s also a job that you love.
But is that the truest definition of you?
I read an article by Lyn Slater, a gray-haired, dynamic woman who became a model in her 60’s. She calls herself the “accidental icon.” She stumbled upon modeling late in life because she was a blogger who loved clothes, but as a career, she was a professor.
She struggles with the media because they now call her an “influencer,” but when asked, she retains her identity declaring herself an “academic” or even as a “public intellectual.”
Neither definition is the whole story and she says, “Until this past September, I was a professor,” then after that, it’s more of a meandering account...