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Work, Work, Work. Is That All You Do?

For decades I happily defined myself by my job. Would my post-work life provide as much meaning?

By Danna Walker

It’s not cool these days to say work is your life — which should be a tell that, in fact, work is everyone’s life. All we do is work, and work is comingled with home now more than ever before. Where I live, near Washington, D.C., your work is your essence — virtually no equivocating on that. 

The answer to “What do you do?” is quick to fall from people’s lips — whether or not the question is even asked.

These are waters I’ve been swimming in for several decades now — as a reporter, writer, editor, academic, and consultant. See how easily those categories spew forth? They’ve been a particular accomplishment for someone who skated by in high school with a C average and ended up with a Ph.D.

Without paid work, the difficult trajectory that last sentence reveals wouldn’t have happened. My life wouldn’t be my life — the one I’m now looking back on, post-work.

As a woman, especially, work meant almost everything to me. Mine is the first generation in which women had free and open access, supposedly, to any job. I believed it wholeheartedly, and it’s a good thing, too, because I didn’t know my expectations of a long, rewarding and well-paying career were unusual. 

How My Career Shaped Me

My first job meant I could throw off the influences of my parents and the suffocating South, where my currency had been limited mostly to social pursuits. With a job came the measurement of myself in the marketplace. If you didn’t cut it, you were out, and I wanted to cut it. It meant I took my place beside people I admired, in a profession — journalism — that had a higher purpose.

Once I got a taste of that, I was determined to make it. So determined that when I left the small town in Louisiana where I got my first reporting job to go to Dallas to find a new one, I gave notice on my apartment. If my one-week job-hunting effort failed, I had no backup plan. I had one friend to put me up in Dallas, but I only needed one job. In one of those moments in life that you realize later could have gone entirely another way, I got one.

At my new journalism position, I was exposed to people from all parts of the country, including some who had gone to Ivy League universities and traveled out of the country. I was a bit wide-eyed, but they inspired me. The requirements on the job were exacting and demanding. If you didn’t meet expectations, you were indeed out. It made me want to go even further, to see how I would fare on a bigger stage, in bigger cities.

I became an autonomous human being who began to understand art, literature, and food. I was inspired by my colleagues, who introduced me to such things and helped me envision that I could increase my education and expectations. My bosses relied on and promoted me. I had colleagues, mentors, and friends who transcended my past. I was trusted to do the job, walking among peers at the US Capitol, riding on Air Force One, and eventually teaching what I had learned.

Of course, like most every woman my age, I experienced sex discrimination. As I’ve written before, I got paid less than a man with my same experience at my first journalism job. I was told by male colleagues that my second, higher-paying job came because I was a woman. I was once a writer for Charlie Rose and subjected to his attentions and toxicity (which I ignored), and one of my later bosses was a bully and an ageist. I had few women role models until much later in my career. 

While those things influenced my development, it was the actual production of work that defined me — and, of course, the hard cash that came with it, allowing me to make my own decisions in the world. That might seem like the most basic achievement to many, but not to someone with my background and in the era in which I grew up.

Goodbye to All That

I retired from “work” just recently, amid a global pandemic and an unprecedented national outcry over racism. Both things directly affected the work I did in news, by virtue of what was happening daily in the country, and in consulting on communications strategy for an environmental organization focused on racial justice. It has been hard avoiding the feeling I’m abandoning things when I’m needed most. Plus, how will I answer the “What do you do?” question?

But I’m learning to be OK with no longer being defined by work. While, as I say, work expanded me, it had begun to shrink me, too. And, that might be a good sign. Mightn’t it be encouraging that after a lifetime in a profession, you grow beyond it?

Yes, having a lot of free time can be scary. What do I do right now, in this moment? Could I have gone on to do something better in the marketplace? Do I have regrets? How do I define myself? 

But I think it’s a good sign that one is able to take that leap into nothing more concrete than the idea of possibility, kind of like my twentysomething self, determined to give notice on her only place of residence. 

Jon Stewart recently told The New York Times his life became much richer after leaving The Daily Show, which he had molded into the cultural touchstone that it is. “It’s as if I’d been walking around with a little toilet-paper roll cardboard tube over my eyes, to the point where I thought that was the view,” he is quoted as saying. “It was black and white. But then you take them off your eyes and go, ‘Purple!’ I found it liberating.”

Yeah, like that.

Of course, there’s also the point of view of Dutch virologist Peter Piot, who said this after COVID-19 nearly killed him: “… My tolerance levels for nonsense and bullshit have gone down even more than before. So, I continue calmly and enthusiastically, although more selectively, than before….”

Leaving work, even a calling, behind isn’t literally surviving a deadly illness, but after 45 years of it, continuing calmly, enthusiastically and more selectively — with less bullshit and more purple — is just the way forward for me.

 

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