Friday, 14 October 2016

Then And Now

Welcome to another fabulous Friday! My second favourite F word. You all know what the first one is!

FOOD! Duh.

Don't know what YOU were thinking.

Anyway, it's time to join in yet again for Friday Reflections!

I decided to merge two of the prompts because I thought they tied in neatly together. 

They are:

What did you want to be as a kid?


Did you think you'd be doing what you're doing now? 

I was never really one of those kids who woke up one morning and thought: when I grow up I want to be a doctor/teacher/ballerina.

Just as well because; a) I can't stand the sight of blood, b) I struggle to even get through my kids homework, and c) I have the grace of an elephant on roller skates. 

If I thought about it all, I most likely assumed that I was going to be the next Enid Blyton. I adored her novels and read them obsessively. However, I never had a real plan.

I've always been a dreamer not a doer. Consequently I've kind of drifted through life. And here I am.

I always knew exactly what I DIDN'T want to do, but at the same time had no clear idea what I DID want to do.

As high school cruised towards it's inevitable finale, I had to make a decision. I enjoyed studying German. In fact, I was the genius who somehow failed English in my HSC and passed German. Go figure.

If I remember those heady mullet-permed days correctly, I decided to apply to university to study interpreting and translating. The only catch was, you had to be bilingual, fluent in two languages. It turns out that a couple of years of high school German wasn't enough to make me fluent. Who knew? So that idea was over with before it even started. 

To cut a long story short, I ended up studying at TAFE, something they used to call Library Practice (it's called something else now), and worked in libraries for a while. Until I didn't. Then I did again. Then I had babies and stayed home to look after them. Fast forward fifteen years. I'm still here, even though they're not babies anymore. Details...

Anyway, my point is, I now believe I was on the right track with the library thing. I always imagined that someday I'd go back to it, but now I have this cavernous fifteen year gap in my resume. Oops.

That's the thing about me. I'm not really one thing nor the other. I'm not a driven, career-oriented person, but I'm not really a house-wifey type either. It's another one of those curious dichotomies or contradictions about me: I'm a homebody and introvert, who definitely prefers being in my own space most of the time, but I'm not actually brilliant at being the person in charge of running the home. Weird. 

Hmmm, I guess I really should have been an eccentric stay-at-home millionaire or something... 

Or a professional daydreamer! Which is almost the same thing as being a writer. Well, except for the actual writing and getting paid part...

Unfortunately, the thought of being an author was always more of a fanciful daydream. A kind of 'yeah wouldn't that be nice' thing rather than having a concrete plan and goal. 

The only thing I really knew for sure as a child, was that one day I wanted to be a wife and mother. So in that sense, you could say I am doing what I thought I'd be doing. 

Admittedly, when I just thought and daydreamed about being a mother it was SO much easier! I was a perfect parent. Until I had kids! 

In my fantasies of being a grown up I was a tall, regal auburn haired 'Anne Shirley' type. I was married to my very own Gilbert Blythe. I had endless patience and wisdom to impart to my angelic fictional children.

Scenes played out in my head like something out of a movie or sit-com. I must have spent way more time watching television when I was growing up than I realised! 

To be honest, I never really thought specifically about what I'd be doing in my 40's. When you're a kid 20 seems ancient, let alone 40! 

I didn't have such a great grasp of reality.  Possibly due to all those Enid Blyton books and American sit coms I consumed. I'm sure I figured I'd be much better looking than I am and have a beautiful, immaculate home.

But you know what? Real life is way more interesting. 'Perfect' is overrated. 

As it turns out, even my childhood idol, Enid Blyton, was far from perfect. Well, according to her wikipedia page, anyway. If it's on the internet it must be true, right? Snorts.

Her novels have also been criticised as being all sorts of  dodgy things, including racist, in today's world. But they did provide me with some flights of fancy and a love of reading, so no harm done.

And while I may not have followed in her footsteps, I can still tap away here and indulge my love of words. Yeah, you're totally welcome!

Sure, there are moments when I wish I was more ambitious and goal-oriented, but for some one who has drifted and daydreamed through life, I don't have too much to complain about. 


Linking up for Friday Reflections. 

What did you want to be as a kid?

Did you think you'd be doing what you are now? 


  1. Such an enjoyable read.. the way you have described some bits was like a scene playing in front of me.. loved it

  2. Such an enjoyable read.. the way you have described some bits was like a scene playing in front of me.. loved it

  3. I grew up in the 1950's, when the Superman TV show was on. I wanted to be Lois Lane! A little later, I decided I wanted to be a librarian in a bookmobile (my housing project had a bookmobile come around every Thursday except during the summer). No, I didn't become Lois Lane, and no, I never have worked in a library. What I did become was something I never would have dreamed of.

    1. Sounds intriguing. The book mobile thing sounds awesome x

  4. Another dreamer here saying Hi!
    You really should look at some opportunities where they would not mind the 15 year gap in your resume, that is, if you want to start working again :)
    I cannot be put in charge of looking after a home...not even if my life depended on it... I somehow cannot live without the mess around me :P

  5. I was a perfect parent. Until I had kids! HAha..loved it especially the day dreaming thing!

  6. I LOVED Enid Blyton too - in fact I was obsessed with her :) And the Anne of Green Gables reference, perfect :) x x

  7. So sad about Enid Blyton - was a such a let for me.
    At 51, I'm still redefining myself - having been through a whole lot of careers and combining them all in my present one as a freelance consultant.

    1. Sounds perfect for you. And yes, disappointing about Enid. Sigh.

  8. I was devastated when I found out just how flawed Enid Blyton was. Apparently she was a narcissist too. Heart-breaking for so many of her fans. It does sound like you are content with where you are at. I do love being a psychologist and writing as well. I think mental health is where I need to be --- I'm noticing how much satisfaction I get from working with teens with moderate to severe mental health problems.