|Pete, the fastest one-man band.|
No matter how small the acreage of our fiefdom, we are required to be, among other things, the chief financial officer, social director, tech guy, scheduling secretary, chef, animal wrangler, medical intuitive, boundary-setting parent and guru. And that is if we are only answerable to and responsible for ourselves. Increase the population and the list of jobs we must fill balloons to the size of a lesser moon. We tend to forget that we do, in fact, do it all.
On newspapers in the old days a reporter who took his or her own photos was called a combo man, a title I can claim for the occasional feature I sought out on a whim, no time to schedule a photographer. Nothing quite like a bright Saturday morning, a classified ads list of garage sales and my husband's Pentax on its rainbow strap around my neck. We have all worn many hats.
What necessary life positions do you fill on a daily or less frequent basis? What is required of you, or do you require of yourself, to keep the wheels turning? Imagine the length of our CVs as we might apply to be the captains of our own fates, if we did not already claim those titles.