Now this one? I’ve got my opinions. Buckle up.
First off, what even is a profession? If we’re talking about the kind that requires you to be “properly” educated, trained, and certified by the same system that keeps most of us stuck, then no, I don’t admire professions. I question them.
Because who decides what counts as a profession? Who gets to be called legitimate? Who’s respected, and who’s just “doing a job”?
To have a profession, you need to be educated, but more often than not, it’s education designed to fit you into the system, not to set you free. It’s about climbing ladders, collecting letters after your name, and being approved by someone higher up who probably doesn’t know your story.
And look, I’ve got diplomas but what does that even mean? Other than a lot of money was invested, or borrowed, to tick the boxes, pass the tests, and “become someone” in the eyes of the system. Why do people have to go into debt just to be seen as worthy? Just to earn the right to sit at certain tables? It’s madness when you really stop and think about it.
So no, that idea of “profession”? Doesn’t impress me much.
Now, a quick apology to all the professionals out there who won’t agree with me. I get it. You’ve worked hard, sacrificed, and made a difference. I respect that. This is just one woman’s wild thoughts on a system that still feels too rigid and unfair for most of us.
You know who I do admire?
The midwife who works by instinct and ancestral knowledge.
The farmer who listens to the land like it’s an old friend.
The teacher who breaks rules to reach a child’s heart.
The artist who keeps painting even when they’re broke.
The carer who sits with someone in their last moments, unseen and unpaid.
The cleaner, the bin man, the builder, doing essential, real-world work that no one thanks them properly for.
I admire the rebels, the healers, the truth-tellers. The ones who didn’t ask permission to show up fully human.
So ask me what profession I admire most?
I admire devotion, not diplomas.
Wisdom, not job titles.
Integrity, not income brackets.
And I’ll take a wise, self-taught soul over a polished professional any day of the week.
I know this post might not go down well with everyone, but I’m an ornery redheaded Irish lass with opinions, and I’m not afraid to swing them around the room like a shillelagh when the mood takes me.
Mae 🧡
UNDER THE WILL... OVER THE DRAMA... 
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