I make no bones about who I am and what I do. I’m not the sort of person who is going to stand on a street corner and proclaim it, but if someone asks me what I do for a living, I’ll tell them I’m a professional hippie. Now, you may think I’m a smartass because of that, but here’s the deal. I’m equal amounts of more than one thing. I’m an astrologer, I’m a cartomancer (fancy name for card reader), I’m an author, and I’m an artist (potter--for those of you who are into that sort of thing I’ve got a sister site over at charlierainbow.com, where you can check out some of my stuff--but don’t judge me, it is in need of a serious update). Rather than taking the time to explain that I’m equally devoted to more than one area, I just reply that I’m a professional hippie. It will either open up the conversation or turn people off, and that rather says more about the other person than it does about me.
You may also think I’m wearing my ass for a hat if you see me working a psychic festival or a craft fair, and there are several reasons why this may be so. You see, I’m probably going to treat you the way that you treat me, because my empath spirit kind of works that way. If you are warm and engaging, I’ll be warm and engaging back to you. However, if I greet you with, “Hi, good to see you, how are you,” and I’m met with, “You’re the psychic, you should know how I am,” you’re probably going to see my warm engagement turn to cool tolerance, and quickly, too. I get that what I do for a living is kind of woowoo out there, and maybe you think that you’re being cute or clever. I’ve been doing this for over 30 years. I’ve heard it all before. It’s not cute, and it’s not clever. In fact, it probably borders on rude, but I doubt I ever come right out and tell you so.
You also have to understand that I can’t always drop what I’m doing to entertain you. If I’m reading a client and you’re waiting for me to sign your Llewellyn annual, or something, well, you’re going to have to wait. I’m sorry, but that’s how it goes. If you were my client, you’d want my full attention, right? If you’re purchasing a piece of pottery from me, you want me to explain its construction, and how to care for it, yes? So I’m not being rude or disrespectful. I will catch your eye and acknowledge that you’re there, but apart from that, please be patient until I’m free--otherwise it’s likely to be you who looks like the asshole.
Yes, what I do is freelance and fun, and yes, I’ll be the first to have a bit of fun with it: “Are you a medium?” “No, I’m actually an extra large.” “Do you make all your pottery yourself?” “Yup, I’m a pothead.” I take myself lightly, but I take my work seriously, because I want you, my client, to know you’re in expert hands. I want you to have a good experience with me. You may think that I’m a smartass with my wit (sometimes spelled with an ‘sh’) and my order of priority, and that’s your privilege. Me? I know that I’m professional, intelligent, warm, compassionate, understanding, experienced, and damn good at my job--even if I don’t suffer fools lightly. If that makes me a smartass, then I’ll wear that gladly.