Some say a person is defined by what job they do. I'm pretty sure that is not the case with me.
My job is part time and I don't feel it defines me at all.
It does say some things about my abilities but that is about it.
If I were to describe myself at all, I'd say I was an outdoors-person, and an animal person.
The week that the grand kids were here showed me a different definition of me.
I think I'm a pretty good Grandma too.
Age has mellowed me and it takes me longer to get excited over the little things in life. I am going to borrow a phrase that a friend said to me. "If I knew being a Grandparent was going to be so fun, I'd have done that first!"
I like my 'alone' time too.
I sometimes prefer to get lost in the woods and just wander around looking. I absorb the forest noises. The bird calls. The wren who scolds, the cardinal who sings, and the lovely songs of the warblers.
I find my time with either a hound dog or Morris satisfying also.
I love spending time riding and training a mule.
Sometimes I think the house is just a place to sleep and make meals.
Oh, I should probably say that my husband is a big part of my life. Yes, he is very important to me, especially since he mostly understands my 'need' to wander about in the forest in all seasons.
I think he secretly would like to himself but doesn't find it quite as interesting as I do.
Especially when I tell him about crawling through prickly underbrush to photograph some bright orange fungi that I spotted.
I don't yet know what defines me or how others see me.
Maybe I'll discover that when I grow up one day.