The priorities people set are strange. At almost any social gathering, the greetings exchanged between new acquaintances includes information about work. “What do you do?”, or “I’m a blah blah de blah.”
Why are we defined by the work we do, and not the things we’ve done? I’m as guilty of this foolishness as anyone. For a long time I’ve chosen my jobs (including the one I’ve held for the last six years) for altruistic reasons, yet in so doing I’ve defined myself by the work I’m doing – not the things I do.
