Embracing My Inner Gypsy

(Yes, those are totally my abs.)

I was talking to a girl friend about a guy friend the other day.  She wanted details, as in:  is there any potential for this “friend” to become something more.

“I don’t know,” I said.  I explained that he’s moved around a lot and seems to have an explorer’s heart.  “I like him, but I think he’s kind of a gypsy.”

“Well, you’re kind of a gypsy,” she said.
“No I’m not!”
But I backpedaled almost instantly:  “Well, not a geographical one anyway.”

Although I haven’t changed addresses all that often, I started thinking about all the things for which I’ve earned money (no matter how briefly) over the past 30 years.

In no particular order:
-secretary
-business rep
-restaurant hostess
-aerobics instructor
-classroom teacher
-writer
-tutor
-school food service worker
-swimming pool cleaner
-substitute teacher
-Easter Bunny
-vineyard worker
-house/pet sitter
-inventory “specialist”…