What Should I Be When I Grow Up?

 
 
 
This is such an enormous question, it is as overwhelming today as it was when I was 10. The answer to this seems no more obvious now, then back then. It feels peculiar that we start asking our little people so early on in their life, what job they will do when they grow up.
Do you do the job that you aspired to do at that age?

When I was 10 years old, I remember writing I wanted to be a lawyer and as a bright Indian child, it was one of the options my folks offered as a suggestion. Being a lawyer, trumped being a pharmacist and was indeed the best out of an otherwise boring list. 

Looking back, I realised that there was no real exposure to the array of jobs on offer and I was reliant on my folks for guidance. Education was seen as a gateway from the hardships that they had endured and they encouraged us to work hard. 

At this point, I should confirm, I did not join the legal profession or become a pharmacist. The actual thought of wearing a white overall filled me with horror.

This reminiscing, coupled with finding myself reading Architecture Matters by Aaron Betsky in the launderette on a Sunday afternoon, led to me realising, that what I have always liked is houses. Aaron talks about how he had a fascination with buildings and architecture from a young age.  It occurred me, that so did I.

I was always drawn to the odd house in the street, the one that looked like it should be on a different street. I have vivid memories of all of the places that we have lived, I often dream about them still and always have an urge to visit them again. I become emotionally attached to buildings and feel a loss when they are no longer there. The most recent being the Ziggurat that was torn down in Birmingham, only to be replaced with faceless new buildings, that will never have any soul about them. 

This has led me to think about my own pathway and to think about how to encourage my own daughter to be inquisitive about her environment or to ensure that she is aware that there are not limited opportunities in life. 

Something that has recently hindered this, is the consumption of the 11 Plus exam. 

It seems that we have recently been tunnel visioned on focusing on the 11 Plus and swept along with the madness that if she fails this test at the age of 10, she will fail in life. A ridiculous notion, but one that I see too many people fixated on and have programmed their children to pass this milestone test.   

Whilst we have actively avoided trying to stress out our 10 year old and have downplayed the importance of the test, it has taken an almighty amount of effort and I think I may have slightly failed. 

I wonder how many of us have considered what we are teaching our children along this journey? The majority of us come from a position where we are exposing them to a wide range of activities/experiences and then we revert back to the archaic practice of driving them to pass exams. 

I am not quite sure of where I am going with this, but what I do know is that the key life milestones for my daughter  should not be inextricably linked to a pass or fail. 

I understand the importance of gaining an excellent education and driving our children to succeed in life, but for me, my daughter can literally be whatever she likes and she wont have any resistance from us.  

#mentalhealth #imayregretthis #youonlyliveonce #takeachance #100suffrageanniversary #freetoplay #education

 

Suffragettes in prison clothing after their release, 1908 Photograph: Heritage Images/Getty Images

 

 

The Mini Break. May 11

The Portuguese mini break was an utter success, thinking about it, there were a few key components to this one.

  • Flying from a local airport
  • Having a convenient and nice place to stay
  • Sunshine
  • Great company
  • Delicious food
  • No real agenda
  • Avoid reading the news; specifically about Trump or Brexit

I was able to ignore my standard list of jobs for a few days and I was happy! It also amazes me that I really can’t recognise that I needed a break until I come back from one.

Back to reality, it’s cold, the house is not quite tidy and I have a lot to do this weekend…

  • Work
  • Family
  • Household chores
  • The endless jobs

With all of these lists in mind, I was sad to hear about the death of Scott Hutchinson [ Frightened Rabbits] it feels to me that we are all putting an untold amount of pressure on ourselves to be successful and brilliant all of the time. This manifests itself in many ways, me with my lists, endless activities for our children, looking effortlessly perfect all of the time, it’s never ending. We have to ask who are we doing this for and why? If we don’t care enough about our own wellbeing, why on earth should anybody else?

#livingthedream #backwithabump #mentalhealthawareness

The To Do List. May 04

Hurrah it’s Friday evening, I made it. I am still cream crackered and still have an enviable to do list.

  • Make dinner
  • Pack for mini’s school trip next week, convince her she does not need ALL of the stuff on the list
  • Pack for my own mini break next week #throw some clothes into budget airline suitcase
  • Pack for swimming tomorrow
  • Buy a couple of “thoughtful” gifts from the supermarket
  • Make myself look presentable. Instant tick, this only requires brushing my hair…
  • Mow the lawn, I hear the sun is shining in the UK next week. Don’t even get me started!

Moving on….

I have some thoughts about the local elections. They were not all bad and it appears that some post Brexit balance has finally being restored. Having said that, the first time I really acknowledged our local councillors was when they sent their glossy,

 “vote for me ” paraphernalia through the post.

How long can any political party continue to expect support when the only time we see them, is when they need us?

Do they really wonder why there is such little support for them, when truly, we the public don’t know what they do for us? I wonder, for those of us that vote, how long they can expect our enduring loyalty? As for those that don’t, are they only canvassed when there is a scramble for power?

Not to end on a sour note, there is no getting away from the fact that it is indeed Friday and we (in the UK) have a bank holiday AND it is warm enough to abandon the 100 denier tights! #lifeislookingup

Also this beaut arrived, I love it!

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