Old identities die hard. Stubborn, outdated bits of you refuse to let the new bits feel at home. You have to take a deep breath and give the latter an unfaltering welcome: "Welcome, New Me! I hope we get along well."
When you introduce yourself to someone, you might say, "I'm working with a human rights organization," and leave it at that, and then feel awful for finking out on the new you.
You might say, "Well, I'm currently working for a human rights organization," and hope your audience is discerning enough to catch the delicate emphasis, that hint of hesitation, in your sentence. You'd still feel more or less like a fink.
Or you might take the deep breath. Will this sound silly? What if they ask what I've *published*? What if this is all a big mistake? Breathe.
"So, what do you do, Monica?"
"I'm a writer." There. An apologetic grin quick to follow, but I said it, I named me. I am, I am, this is who I am.
Congratulate me, mon amis. June onwards I'll be employed part time, and can spend more time writing and doing crazy things with my life.