Another day of dealing with the seemingly never ending paperwork for my father’s estate. The court needs an occupation to put on my forms, because bureaucracy loves a label, so I just put carer because it’s simpler than trying to summarize the litany of various side hustles and small businesses I’ve shoehorned around the rest of my life. But it was only when I had to say it out loud did it actually sink in, carer has been my job my entire life to varying degrees, and varying levels of success, carer has been my role in every relationship I’ve ever had.

I should probably be okay with that.