I am multidimensional.

There is more to me than my job.  Or lack thereof. 

There are so many things I can do.  Because I've done them.

I can teach.  Train.  Write.  Read.  Converse.  Draw.  Fumble at electric bass guitar.  Pick out songs by ear on a piano.  Listen.  Make love to a woman.  Laugh with children.  Climb trees.  Ride a bike.  Discuss politics.  Form and express opinions.  Come up with startlingly original ideas.  List and sell stuff on Ebay.  Think.  Daydream.  Enjoy a glass or 2 of wine with dinner.  Type.  Change oil on my cars.  Rake leaves.  Fix kitchen light switches that break.  Run a vacuum cleaner.  Clean up the kitchen after dinner (I never thought it was fair for one person to do both jobs...and we're ALL better off if I clean rather than cook!).  Flirt.  Fix minor PC issues.  Drive a car.  Discuss automotive/technological history.  Lie on the grass and look at the stars.  Tutor.  Research stuff on the internet.  Build model cars.  Dream of driving a Bugatti Type 57 down a winding road in France.  Admire architecture by Frank Lloyd Wright.  Watch trees silhouetted blackly against the setting sun.  Have lovely music bring tears to my eyes.  

And so much more.     

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