What, do I do? What, do I do? What, DO I do?
So today's prompt is - If you couldn't say your job, how would you answer the question, 'what do you do?'
This is a hard one for me. As you all know, currently I can't answer with my job, because, well, I don't have one. Usually I just say unemployed. I don't even bring up this space that often, I know, smacked wrists.
Is that weird that I don't like talking about my blog?
I love this space, I love all of you, and I am SO SO proud of it. Talking about it makes me uncomfortable. I pour most of myself onto these pages, and sometimes it's raw. It can be hard to let people see that. It is hard to be rejected. I know I'm holding myself back by not living up to my strengths.
After thinking for what seemed like hours I came up with the answer.
I am a dreamer. The crazy, unrealistic, dreamer. One of those who dreams of things, and never does them in reality. That is what I do.
Sometimes I think it is the best place to be, and at others I have no clue in which direction I am facing.
I will always be a dreamer, it is in my nature.
What do YOU do?