I read a quote recently by Steven Fry:

We are not nouns, we are verbs. I am not a thing…an actor, a writer…I am a person who does things…I write, I act…and I never know what I am going to do next. I think you can be imprisoned if you think of yourself as a noun.

I second that emotion. I find it categorically impossible to categorize my experience, much less myself, and I have heard phrases in reference to this that range from “poor girl” and “there she goes again” to “jack of all trades, master of none” and “i do take you seriously, but let’s not forget that last week you were dead-set on becoming fluent in Tehuelche“ (the last native speaker of this indigenous language died in the ‘70s). These observations have also been coupled with “you have the strangest knees i’ve ever seen” on one occasion. And with good reason.

I can frequently be heard saying yes emphatically while shaking my head (a habit i acquired to hedge my bets when I didn’t understand any Spanish but was too embarrassed to say so, and have since not been able to unlearn as I’ve become fluent).