It is difficult for me to answer when people ask me what I’m doing. When they give up on helping me to summarize the ambiguity of my present activities, they start to ask about my future, “Well, do you have a plan moving forward?” I want to say, “Yea, I do. Next Tuesday I’m going frisbee golfing with my friend Jake. Oh, and I’ve got a dentist appointment on Thursday.” Then surely they would roll their eyes and move on to find someone else more sure of themselves. See, they would move right along with their customary questioning if I were to say I’m going to school or I’m an accountant at Joe & Schmo Inc. It would not be acceptable for me to say, “I am that I am.” And if I was feeling really cheeky, I might add, “You are that you are.” But they have no idea. And I have only just begun to realize. And so it is.