Identity

So I noticed this thing that keeps happening. It's happened a number of times in the tennis groups I play with, and it happened when I was watching a match at the U.S. Open. People keep asking me if I'm a coach. Until recently, my answer was no. I had this idea about what they meant by coach--someone who coaches a team, maybe at a high school. I'm not that.

But after enough people ask you something like that enough times, doesn't it begin to look like maybe they're reflecting back to you some truth about yourself? After all, no one's asking me if I'm a surgeon.

So yes. I'm a coach.

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