The Lady of Leisure when she was twentysomething and a Lady of Work at the Philadelphia Inquirer. |
The question always leaves me stammering through a long-winded response.
Do you work?
For nearly 25 years, the answer was a cinch. I was a reporter for this newspaper. It always left folks surprised, sometimes impressed, and often a bit curious.
Last year at 48, I altered my career path - actually, I veered completely off the road and into the meadows of early retirement. That's what I called it, anyway. Now, the question of work and what I do with my time - really, who am I? - is much more complicated.
After all, work is so much a part of identity, and the choice to work or not to work - particularly for women - carries more baggage than a 747.
I watched my own mother juggle scientific research and motherhood. The lesson was clear: Women who are smart work.
And that makes my own choice fraught with layers of complexity that Sigmund Freud himself could not unravel. But, heck, I'll give it a try.
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