Recently I hosted the Charleston Holiday Parade for our local cable station, Comcast C2. It’s something I’ve done for the past four years and I really enjoy it. This year, as I dig deeper into my writing about a major life change that resulted in leaving the TV business… I’ve become well aware of the irony.
I still do TV work. And I still wear MAC.
I write a lot about crossroads, transitions, leaps of faith—but my goal is not to start a revolt… to encourage a whole Jerry McGuire “who’s coming with me?” movement. Although the changes I’ve made have been kind of like that.
I’ve been self-employed since 2003 and my resume is a curious maze… but for the most part I’ve been able to find freelance work in my areas of professional expertise. Over at my empire, Angie, Inc. (seriously, you’ve never heard of it?) I’ve accomplished things I’m very proud of, and I’ve learned a lot of new things, too.
Wearing MAC (a cosmetics line, in case you’re wondering) is just one aspect of my identity. I have learned not to let it define me, as it once did. But today, when people ask me “what do you do?” I want to crawl under a table. They want a quick definition and what I have for them is a bit longer… more like a book, an after school special, or maybe a series on Lifetime. Sorry, going off into my own little world again…
When people ask what we do, they really want to know who we are, and that can’t always be summed up in a resume, an elevator pitch, or a mission statement. The authentic me surfaces during spin class when I’m in “a zone” or when words bubble up from somewhere inside and I can’t get to pen, paper or my laptop fast enough. She’s in my laughter, my tears, the vulnerable side that I often protect… she’s in my clarity, my creativity and my strength. She is my heart, my soul… the part of me that transcends the boundaries of time and space.
I blog because it forces me to make a point… to find some purpose, some meaning behind my thoughts… to take my life experience and broaden the perspective so it’s relevant to you.
So I guess my point today and question for you is this… when you take away the labels… what’s left? That question can be terrifying. I used to think the answer was “Nothing… there’s nothing left.”
But that’s just not true. Not for me. And not for you.












