Then there are the stages of one’s career: an old joke invoked the five stages of Joseph Epstein (supply your own name here): 1. Who is Joseph Epstein? 2. This is a job, clearly, for Joseph Epstein. 3. We ought to get someone like Joseph Epstein for this job. 4. This job calls for a younger Joseph Epstein, and 5. Who is Joseph Epstein?
~ Joseph Epstein, A Literary Education and Other Essays
Credits: Photograph – Tugbaumit
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So true…t all distills down to this.
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Right here. It does….
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I was listening to “I’m Still Here” by Stephen Sondheim yesterday, a song about a career that included fame, and your post reminded me of this part:
I’ve gotten through, “Hey, lady, aren’t you whoozis?
Wow, what a looker you were”
Or better yet, “Sorry, I thought you were whoozis
Whatever happened to her?”
Thanks, David!
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Smiling. Thanks for sharing this Ann. Still smiling.
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In that same song, there’s also this:
“Then you career from career to career.
I’m almost through my memoirs, and I’m here.”
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Wonderful. I’ve got to find the song now. Thanks for sharing Ann
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I once had a job with its share of “fame” and I almost got my own identity mixed up with that public presence. I decided to reclaim and recraft my own identity and haven’t looked back.
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Wonderful. Great of you!
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it is all but a fleeting moment, we are shooting stars.
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Yes…fleeting. Moments. Pearls.
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Uh-oh, grim. But I guess it could be worse.
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Yes. Full stop.
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From obscurity you came, to obscurity you shall return…..
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More GLOOM! Bring on the Sunshine!
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