This is for surely the type of grief I want to hear about. Our identity is a constant work in progress and we have to mourn old parts of ourselves to move forward. Thank you for sharing! I have similar feelings I have worked with as my career has morphed.
It's maybe not the type of grief you were imagining, but for the past year and change I've been grieving my identity in food writing and all the expectations that never materialized. It's been a challenge to see myself as just a PERSON without labels or an elevator pitch and that's something the world doesn't allow us, you know? "Well, what do you do? What are you working on right now?" ...
Also, the zoom link requires a passcode, pretty please!
For anyone looking for the passcode it is here: 6s&Jn4&h
This is for surely the type of grief I want to hear about. Our identity is a constant work in progress and we have to mourn old parts of ourselves to move forward. Thank you for sharing! I have similar feelings I have worked with as my career has morphed.
And yes my apologies about the passcode! It’s: rUQ%9fZ=
It's maybe not the type of grief you were imagining, but for the past year and change I've been grieving my identity in food writing and all the expectations that never materialized. It's been a challenge to see myself as just a PERSON without labels or an elevator pitch and that's something the world doesn't allow us, you know? "Well, what do you do? What are you working on right now?" ...
Also, the zoom link requires a passcode, pretty please!