I have been experimenting with ideas of society’s “rules” or “playbook” in our lives.
Until tonight, I have spent my entire adult life asking myself “what am I?”. It was never a question of who I was, except that I was letting my “who” be determined by “what”. In other words, I was letting my desire to know my life’s work define me as a person. That ended tonight. Yes, I have multiple careers going at the same time. Yes, I know that I tend to go “full throttle” into whatever I do. Yet, at the same time, I am not giving in to society’s insistence that as a human you find your life’s work and let that consume you. That works out for many people, but it was making me miserable whenever I contemplated my life’s direction.
So, I broke out. Am I a composer? Am I an arts administrator? Am I a writer? A guitarist? A teacher? An Excel wizard?
In short, this post is so short because I am not a blogger either. I am who I am. I blog. I compose. I perform. I teach. I make crazy Excel spreadsheets. Those actions do not define me.
I am not a composer. I compose music. Are you a composer?
(I am not a marmot.) 🙂