Friday I have grad photos. It's been roughly seven years since my last cap and gown composite. I am not getting my hair done; I will probably shower. I have a somewhat short time to take care of a fairly significant number of details. Filing key paperwork, finding my next home, remembering to pay all the bills.

Sometimes people around me speak or act in ways that make me hate my profession. I know that's probably true of any profession, but it seems so loud in that ear. Self-aggrandizing, workaholic, status obsession.

As Kanye says, "Tell me that ain't insecurr"

I deal with it by avoiding prepping for my class tomorrow and making dinner for the boyfriend. Being away from the profession for awhile helped me draw the lines between myself and who I'm supposed to be, but the bullsh*t pushes it back in. As though my life would be over if I didn't do X, Y, Z and roll into the reunion with my Cadillac Grill.

North America has this way of creating self importance. White collar, white shoe professions take it to a new level. As if we need to justify how stupid we intrinsically know it is to toil away until your hair is silver and holidays are irrelevant. Wouldn't the logic of being smart plus working hard equal better quality of life? No? Ok.