What Do I Do?

There are two ways to look at this.

1. I don't consider myself a writer, though I do write. This difference isn't a slight dissimilarity, it's the equivalent of calling myself a cook because I can make dinner. No, there is one thing that I do that allows me to live, and it is not writing.

2. I am a writer, because wherever I am and whatever I'm doing, I think about work. Actual work, that challenges and satisfies me equally, is constantly being creative. If it weren't for writing, I would have no shield from this world, and it would crush me.

How am I supposed to define myself in this way? Is this extension of identity reflected by what drives me or what helps me to drive?

Truth is, I don't care, I just want to be moving.