for a living: a breakfast bit

“How’d you get into that?”, she asked, looking intrigued after almost making me cry with her public educator stories. Thank you for your service, honey.

I didn’t have a chance to answer before her breakfast partner finally joined her at the counter.

Whoa crisis averted!

I left her my card. Invited her to call me to keep it going.

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She had just asked me: “What about you, what do you do for a living?”

Ugh, that small talk question. Not gonna lie, I dread it. All these years, still!

For me, it’s the feeling of needing to be confined by it. In one title. And a half-minute.

The way I see it, I do a LOT of things for a living.

But I’m new here. And I’m trying all the bits.

The game I often play to get over it: simply called who am I gonna be, today?

What else would they call it anyway?! I went for it.

“I’m an entrepreneur!”, I answered, enthusiastically.

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24 hours later, I’m delighted to report I have a bit, for how I got into it:

I’m one of those wild ducks, I go for different things.

I’ve just become really good at trading ideas for money.

My name is Caroline. Call me!