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The other day I met some new ladies at a dinner thing I went to with my friend.

It was the first time that it just rolled off my tounge.

After chit chat about what all these ladies did, the question I have dreaded and hated since I left Toronto:

"So A, what do you do?"

Since last year's epiphany, I have always hated to be defined by 'what I do'. It is, however, a common and honest question but one that still makes my skin crawl a bit and I have to stop my judgemental frustration from creeping up the back of my spine and out the top of my red-haired head.

"I'm a travel writer."

And just like that, I was born.

I haven't actually said it out loud. I've talked about "trying to" or "thinking of" but I haven't really actually yet defined myself as a freelance writer.

To the new people I met last year, I was always a former journalist turned communications turned taking-a-year-off-to-travel-Europe.

The the old people that know me, well, I guess I was the same thing.

But now, I'm no longer travelling Europe. I'm not even really getting that many temp gigs. And when I sit down to work, is it either writing, editing for Mosaic Minds, or looking for freelance opportunities.

I can't say that I'm getting rich out of being a "travel writer" yet but who says you have to be defined by your profession?

I am what I am - not what I do.

*mind wander singing Nina Simone* "I am, what I am and what I am needs no excuses..."

The ladies seemed quite intrigued, asking me all kinds of questions about publications and how it worked.

I had to admit that I am not yet being courted by the likes of Conde Nast or Lonely Planet but more that I am pitching stories to people in the hopes they will want to print them.

D laughed when I told him the story.

"Did you have to backpeddle when they started asking questions? Did you get nervous like you always do when you're flustered and talk too much?"

"No" I said, indignantly. "I just figured if I started to define myself that way, then it would come true."

Kinda like verbal osmosis.


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