How do you define yourself?

 I'm still not sure what to say to people who ask what I do.  Well I have an undergraduate degree in art.  Graphic design.. Well for what that's worth.  I worked at a company that made graphics for computer related products.  I started out printing but ended up doing the engineering and the graphics.  Lots of big customers and some very small ones too. I ended up being a quality manager dealing with electronics companies and machine shops.  I don't know how it got to that point..

Before that I was a musician I guess you could say. I started very young and happened to be in the right place at the right time and got booked and it sustained me for several years while growing up and while I was in school.  I played bass.  I actually never learned how to play bass I just said I could at the right time to these other guys who needed a bass player.  My first instrument as a little kid was mandolin.  We had two of them in our cabin when I was growing up. Then I took piano in about 3rd grade then into orchestra on violin at grade 5.  For those who don't know violin has the same notes as mandolin.  So that made total sense to me.  Now it's the one instrument I feel the most comfortable on.  Even though I played professionally for several years on bass I really don't feel like I'm a musician.

Well lately I've been working on my old 1979 truck.  I'm not a mechanic.. but I've done a lot of work cars.  Does that make me a mechanic?  I think I'm about to solve a problem with my truck that my regular mechanic got wrong, we will see.  But even if I solve this, I don't think I can call myself a mechanic.

That's just not how I define myself.  And I don't think anyone else does either.. I know they don't.  But If I solve this problem with my truck, I'm gonna have to think I'm a fairly good mechanic. 

You aren't who you think you are

So I have to just say, I'm kind of lucky to just be here.  And let me say this, it's nice to be able to just type something and not be on my stupid phone.  I hate my phone.  I loved my Blackberry as I got used to the keyboard and could use my thumbs and not even look at it.  The screen thing and even the talk to text is so mindless and I can't express myself without difficulty..

This is a bit off point.. Not that I have any points that matter.  Nothing we do in this life really matters. If you really think it does then you have some sort of a hangup.  I've come to the conclusion that if you really are free you don't have any hangups.  It's the test for how free you really are. I look at people and the situations they get in and define it in terms of hangups  It's pretty easy to see.  It could be something as simple as how you identify yourself or how you see yourself.  These things change.  Everything changes.

I remember thinking I'm this or that. Artist or musician, but honestly it's such a small idea of what I really am and frankly it doesn't matter.  Nobody cares.  Even if I were the most famous artist or Musician in the greater scheme of things it doesn't matter. 

The only things that matters are the people you care about and love.  That's it.  So don't get hung up on who you think you are. you aren't who you think you are.