Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts

28 September 2014

Overwhelm. Blogger burnout. Taking a short break.

I currently feel overwhelmed with stuff I have to do. The day job is busy, I'm performing at the Melbourne Fringe Festival this Friday and Saturday, I've got some nights out at the movies and theatre this week, I need to exercise and keep house, and there is a backlog of draft blog posts (and articles) I have to finish. Yesterday I had a three hour nap in the day, and I still went to sleep by 10.00 pm. Life's good, but it's busy.

So this week I can't promise to have anything up on the blog. I've been trying to write two to three posts a week, but by the time I finish at my day job - which is a communication role - my brain is done with the thinky and I just want to zone out.

I'm stealing a few minutes to write this as I feel guilty for the basket of washing that hasn't been folded yet, and wondering how long I can go to the gym for before Fringe Festival rehearsals this afternoon. And then I think, stuff it, I just want to write a few words. While listening to a podcast of course. And the dishwasher is on. I've taken an hour this morning to send off $3500 worth of invoices while eating breakfast. I'm the queen of multitasking.

I was reading an interesting article on blogger burnout last week.

"A tricky thing to avoid as a full-time blogger, considering that the Internet never sleeps, readers want fresh content daily and new social media platforms must be mastered and added to the already demanding workload. Add to that the economic challenges of blogging full time. "

Sometimes I feel this way. Each blog post is more than the writing. There's research, back linking, proofing, social media promotion and something I'm really bad at - replying to the lovely comments.

I feel the pressure to create new and interesting (and good quality) content on a regular basis. I want each blog post to move a reader. I want to write well enough to be republished. I place ridiculous pressure on myself. Of course, the world won't stop if I don't blog, but bloggers are being encouraged to write regularly and consistently so readers know when to expect a new post. I could just get over myself and realise that people aren't relying on my blog, and reassure myself that I will pick up writing again next week - it's my passion, how could I leave it for too long?

 

I also get this unnecessary worry that the more I write about appearance diversity, the more people will be bored by my incessant activism, or think I'm overreacting. I get messages telling me that I should see each encounter of having my appearance questioned as an opportunity to educate, or that I'm being defensive or that these encounters are not an intrusion but a part of life that I should expect. The truth is, I'd rather educate on my own terms - here - rather than having my day interrupted to satisfy a stranger's curiousity. And that's ok. And I know putting myself out there for comment through this blog is my choice, but I really don't want to be made to feel I'm overreacting or imagining things when I write about them.

Blogging is hard work - it takes time and work to build a community of followers, and while there are infinite topics to write about, my time is finite. I'm tired. So this week I'm going to take a break from the blog. I just don't have the energy to write. You can catch me on Facebook, and Instagram to see what's going on in my life.

Thank you for your constant support, see you in October!

Do you feel burnt out by blogging sometimes? How do you overcome it?

 

 

15 September 2014

Sliding doors moments.

This post has been in my drafts for more than a year. I am glad to relive these conversations and finally post this. This is a lengthy post about 'sliding doors moments' - you know, the times when you are at a fork in the road and could have chosen left but you went right? How would your life have turned out differently?

It was June 2013 when the Hottest 100 of all time was on Triple J, and friends on Twitter were saying that Twitter makes this countdown more fun. We talked about where we were when songs were released, and how they changed our lives.

I got talking about how I was never into Jeff Buckley because I hadn't heard him, and that I felt like the mid-late 90s was a Savage Garden bubble of fandom for me. It really meant that I wasn't exposed to anything outside of the top 40 on the radio or TV as I would be too busy listening out for Truly Madly Deeply at number 1 (even though I had more than one copy of their CD!). I missed Jeff Buckley. And I know my friends were shocked. I realised that my life might have been different had I discovered Jeff Buckley instead of Savage Garden. Of course I was laughed at for my music choice. It was my musical sliding doors moment.

Silverchair's music contributed to another sliding doors moment - perhaps my biggest decision in my life. I mentioned this at a speech last week, and my current day job manager said he sat there with his head in his hands, shaking his head at my honesty! When I was in my last year of university, I applied for 26 graduate position jobs, all around the East Coast of Australia. I was to move from my small hometown near Albury to a big city of opportunity.

In December of that year, I was offered two jobs - one in Canberra and one in Melbourne. I weighed up my options in a very short timeframe. The Canberra job paid more money at the time, but the living expenses were more expensive and the public transport was limited. Melbourne's job paid slightly less but the public transport was more accessible. There was also the Melbourne lifestyle that appealed to me. I had a few friends there at the time. I knew it well from regular trips to hospital yet I'd only been to Canberra once or twice then.

And the there was this deciding factor. In late 2002 I'd booked tickets to see Silverchair in Melbourne the following April. I worried that if I took the Canberra job, I wouldn't be able to get time off for the concert in Melbourne as I would be new in the role. And so my choice was made. I chose the Melbourne job because of that Silverchair concert. I did get to see them in 2003, it was at the Palais and it was amazing! That was the Across the Night concert, which was a mix of slower Silverchair and the rock they're known for. I also remember a couple of women with massive hair sitting in front of us, obscuring our view. When I was asked by the former head of my organisation why I chose this workplace, I told him the truth, and I think he was very surprised.

I wonder how my life could have been had I moved to Canberra? I wonder. I am so grateful for the life I've built here in Melbourne. Could it have been the same way there?

I think back to my parents - they had to leave South Africa to marry due to Apartheid, and Dad applied to work in Canada and Australia. He said to my Mum, "we're going to Australia to get married." And so they did. What would a Canadian life be like?

After I briefly shared my sliding doors moments on Twitter, I asked my Facebook friends what theirs were. And they shared them for me to blog. I love these. They're truly life changing, life saving. Thank you everyone.

Kathryn: "When I left government style job at legal aid, and went into private practice !!!"

Rebecca: There are many! I was accepted into teaching at Charles Sturt in Wagga but decided to stay in Illawarra for a boyfriend who turned out to be a violent, possessive and crazy so I wonder what would have happened if I'd made the move and become a teacher. Who knows where I'd be now! Also wish I'd travelled more when I was younger. Have to say my path lead me to have my amazing son so he's worth all the bullshit along the way!

Mia: "Everyone has one ... Transfer with my job to New York and work on Wall St. or Work for my Dad ... I chose my Dad, my family. I still choose community over profit."

Jess: "If I had chosen a different path in life, I would not be alive.

At thirteen years old I became life threateningly ill with a chronic illness.

A few years later, I developed Anorexia Nervosa. When the body breaks, so often the mind follows.

I could have continued on the path of self destruction, and starved myself into oblivion. I could have remained angry at what had happened to me, and I could have continued to punish myself for something which I never had a choice in.

I never had a choice in developing a chronic illness, and I never had a choice in developing an Eating Disorder. But I did have a choice in recovering from my Eating Disorder.

I remain Chronically Ill, but I am free of my anorexia.

I am alive.

If I had taken the alternative path, I would not have been here to answer this post.

every single day I am reminded of why the path I chose was the right one xx"

Belinda: "At age 19 I had dreams about moving overseas and working somewhere exciting for a few years. Met a guy while still in Sydney, stayed with him far too long (he was also abusive) and that dream never happened. I wonder what would have happened if i never met that guy...."

Cindy: "selling my hairdressing business and leaving my career to become a disability support worker. I often wonder how much richer I would be or if i'd just be miserable. I love my job now but doesn't pay well. Also if I didn't buy my house, I lost a lot of freedom for it, but gained stability. Lose win or win lose? I was a hairdresser for 14 years before I decided to give it away.. I loved that I made people feel great, but it just wasn't giving me the personal reward I was looking for. I have that now, and I do all my clients hair for them for free. The joy on their faces is irreplaceable.. I have the best of both worlds right now, just poorer! LOL!"

Robert: "The most significant (from which all of my other sliding doors moments in the last decade have derived), was moving to London (although I didn't really fret about that choice at all - there was no alternative in my mind at the time). There was an interesting one when I first arrived in the UK, and was living with some Irish Travellers (gypsies) in Bristol - was with them for 5 days before deciding that London was where I really needed (wanted too, but needed more) to be."

Bianca: "I often wonder what my life might look like had I not met my fiancé five years ago. Before meeting him I had absolutely no direction and a very low opinion of myself. Since meeting him, my life has completely changed. He encouraged me to go back to school and I am currently completing my Masters in Teaching. I'm very thankful that I said yes to that date!"

Michelle: "I wonder what would have happened, had I applied myself to uni the first time around. I would have graduated in 1998, and probably wouldn't have spent 20 years in retail."

Sharnee: "When I was 15 I didn't move to QLD with my boyfriend. (we fell in love at 13). We spoke for months, him singing to me and pleading for me to move up. I wanted to be with him, but I wanted to finish year 10 & 12 and go to uni with the support of my family. We had to let each other go- and move on with our lives. Over a year later (at just 17) I fell pregnant to a new boyfriend. And we created a beautiful family. What would my life had looked like if I had chose to move to QLD... Hmmm I know I would've tried to finish school, but it would've been hard being so young, no licence, no parents, I would've hoped to have gone to uni... But I could've failed to do both...in my dreams I see me playing pro golf with Brett - and him being my caddy."

Rachael: "For me, my friend and I changed the date of our cruise ship holiday and on the holiday we went on I met my now husband! Had we gone on the original dates we had planned, I have no idea where I'd be now.... Funnily enough I wasn't thrilled about changing the dates at the time but now I'm so glad we did because I'm happy with what turned out to be!"

Jean: "When I decided to move interstate to study my dream course, leaving behind close friends, family and bf. Maybe I should've just settled for second best, different career path but possibly more stable and stayed with those I loved."

Lynn: "Choice of two jobs 18 months ago - chose the wrong one I think x"

Khairani: "When Carly asked what my "Sliding Doors" moment was, apart from the fact that chopping off my hair did not lead to my death-slash-the-birth-of-a-child (Late Spoiler Alert!), I would have to say that each and every moment in life could be a sliding door-portal-thingy to another universe entirely. If I brush a mosquito away with my left hand instead of my right, will a snowstorm happen in Ottawa? If you decided to click on a cat video instead of this link, would a chain of events have unfurled that sends you to Mount Kilimanjaro in the next four months? Could we teleport cheaply sooner if we eat more carbs?

This morning, my father excitedly sent the family a link to an article about a "time cloak" invented, that could literally hide data. It made me wonder if the scientists had ever read "A Wrinkle In Time" by Madeleine L’Engle, and if they hadn’t, would their emotional makeup over long nights of researching be different? Would they have had the same children and bought the same car or soy milk brand? Do subatomic ripples effect the whole of life? Yes, yes, and we’ll never know. All to say, vagueness is the stuff the universe is made of. God, or as my friend said last night, "Whatever passes for God" in your universe, is playing it coy, and this means, delightfully, that the human soul is set up to imagine difference and possibility. New haircuts. Bad choices. Sweet music. Empathy. Goodness. Grief. Cheese concoctions.

And take a breath with it now, where you are. Close your eyes. Touch your eyebrows. Now I’m just messing with you… But truly stay in this moment. Choice and fate have quarreled to lead you here, and you are safe, or will be. There is grace here. The seconds run large."

Tenniell: "For me, definitely the way i met my future husband & father to my 4 children ...we met at the skankiest pub in Geelong (my first & only time there) after deciding to go out with my uni mates on less than $20 .. I accidently bumped into him on my way to the toilets & he was just getting to the upstairs landing .. I said "sorry mate" & he replied "you're quiet welcome, don't do it again!" .. throughout that night we kept bumping into eachother in the packed nightclub .. at bar, walking through crowds, etc!! Here's the kicker ... the next fortnight, without any forward plans or interaction, we met again in a different pub, this time I bumped into him as I was leaving the girl's toilets & he was waiting in the que for the men's!! We got chatting, I was on my way back home, he said wait up, ended up doing his wee outside the pub ... I met his best mate that night (who will become our kids godfather!!) ... 13 years later and we're still bestmates!!!"

Cheryl: "About a week after my wedding, I started to have dreams where I said to my Dad just before he walked me down the aisle, "Stop the wedding!" How sad. I'm not sure what I would have done if I hadn't gotten married; I had no other plans. In 1969 you went to college and got married at 20. I did what I was expected to do."

Tamsin: "I have 2 big ones.

1. Agreeing with my boyfriend at the time that I shouldn't try to become a model.

2. Deciding to date the man who is now my husband, even though I'd only been single for 2 weeks after 4 years with the guy from 1.

What would alternate me have looked like? Maybe a model. Maybe a failed model. Maybe with someone else, maybe with the Viking anyway. Who knows..."

Alysha: "Choosing to leave my abusive partner when my son was 6 months old. I'm not sure that I'd still be a functioning human being if I'd stayed. And my beautiful boy certainly would have been a different person if raised in that environment."

Tash: "Looking back, I feel like I have a few moments and decisions in life that could have gone either way, and changed everything if I’d followed the other path. I think the one that stands out the most to me, maybe because I am now middle-aged and single, is choosing my uni dreams over a boy.

I had always dreamed of going to university, in Melbourne, and leaving my home town. This was connected to what I thought I wanted to be when I grew up at the time, and this did not match with what was on offer in my home town university. Although, to be fair, I never actually considered staying in my country town. I had built a whole idea of what life would look like, living and studying in Melbourne, and that dream took hold hard.

But towards the end of Year 12 I met a boy at my part time job, who I still think could have been someone significant in my life. I wonder if I had not had my sights so firmly set on moving to the big city and going to university, whether something significant would have happened with him. Maybe I would have started uni in Melbourne still, but had a reason to return home more often, or transfer to the local university….. Maybe things would have worked out, and I could now be settled down like my peers from high school, with at least two children, and a house in one of the new estates.

But I didn’t let this potential relationship change my path, and this boy and I grew apart, and then lost contact. I met new people, new boy crushes, and followed a much wider study path than I even imagined back at school. So instead of a home selected off a developer’s plans, I am well travelled, well educated, and feel confident that I can work anywhere I want to work, anywhere in the world. But chronically single!

Sometimes I do wonder what happened to that boy, and how very different life would be now if I had followed that other potential path."

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I love love LOVE these! Thank you to all of my friends for sharing these personal, intimate and interesting journeys.

What's your sliding doors moment? How has it shaped your life?

 

 

 

 

25 August 2014

On panic attacks, failures and making my own destiny.

I've sat on this post for a while now, stopping and starting - worried that it would be bordering on vague blogging, or that it's too risky to post. But as usual, the power of writing won out. It's really therapeutic.

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I recently had my first panic attack. A mini breakdown I guess you could call it. I won't go into the details of why but I can say that I felt so unhappy, so inadequate and devalued that I just couldn't face the day. It was awful - I couldn't breathe and couldn't control my crying. I felt like I'd failed at something I was really good at and enjoyed. And I grieved - even resented - that loss.

I felt like I failed. I felt like I couldn't stick through a tough time, like I gave up too easily. I worried that I put my happiness before a necessity. I really beat myself up.

I'm not proclaiming to know what regular anxiety is like, nor how to overcome it, but I do recommend talking to someone to help you through - a professional counsellor, a helpline or a trusted friend or family member.

Through the help of a counsellor, and some great support around me, I got through it. And I'm in a good space now. A happy one and I feel like I'm kicking goals - and most importantly to me - very supported, valued and respected. I still worry, things are still uncertain. But I'm ok.

How did I get there? I made a plan of where to next, and reflected on my many strengths and achievements. I also put together a presentation for a group of young people starting out in their careers - the preso was about when I've felt I've failed and how I got through.

Doing all of this was really reassuring. I came out of these activities feeling better about myself - accomplished even, and like I'd learnt something on my journey that I could pass on to others finding their feet in the world.

So I want to pass some of what I've learnt onto you.

My career path: what I've learnt

  • Don’t let your day job define me
  • Know career paths don’t have to be hierarchal
  • Know that what I do outside of my day job can develop transferrable skills to bring into my day job
  • Seek lots of opportunities to develop my skills, knowledge and networks.

How do I cope with set backs, disappointments and failure?

  • Creativity as an outlet - I write to process thoughts, to feel a part of a community, to put my skills to use, to follow my dream
  • Know that failure doesn’t define me
  • Seek mentors
  • Give it a go – don’t let preconceptions or low expectations or past failures stop me
  • Look after myself.

I wrote a blog post on perfection versus excellence years ago, in the midst of university when I didn't want to be anything less than perfect in my studies. My then manager talked me through this unrealistic expectation of myself and wanted me to define perfection and then excellence. This is what I came up with.

“Perfection is when you are completely satisfied with the end product and you don't think it needs refining.

And excellence is when your audience is satisfied with your end product.”

Read that post here.

I also think back to this beautiful quote by Erin Hansen who writes poetry under the alias of The Poetic Underground.

"What if I fall?”



"Oh my darling, 
What if you fly?"

And Seth Godin's wisdom has helped me too:

"But what if I fail?"

“You will.

The answer to the what if question is, you will.

A better question might be, "after I fail, what then?"

Well, if you've chosen well, after you fail you will be one step closer to succeeding, you will be wiser and stronger and you almost certainly will be more respected by all of those that are afraid to try.”

How have I changed my direction when things haven't gone according to plan?

Right now I feel that there's a great uncertainty hanging over the sector I work in uncertainty so it is up to me to make my own destiny. This is what I've done:

  • Surrounded myself with people who support me
  • Talked to others about opportunities - everywhere!
  • Written down my goals – being accountable can make them a reality
  • Talked to a counsellor
  • Know my limits and be honest to others and myself about them
  • Take control of the change that’s happening around me - rather than let it control me.

For a long time - and especially since I've been doing more freelance work - I've felt like a square peg in a round hole. Numbers and law wasn't for me and at the start of my corporate career I found myself working at that, hopelessly. I finally found my niche, but I know I want more. It's lucky I can do both corporate and freelance work - at the expense of being very tired though!

I love this advice from Cheryl, about being a square peg in a round hole:

“Look at the job descriptions for roles you would love to do and undertake a skills gaps analysis – what skills do you have that will transition well into those roles (a common one is excellent resource management whether that’s people, costs or time) and where do you need to develop? Can you use your current role to develop any skills you’re currently missing or work on them on the side? Are there courses or classes you need to enrol in?”

See that amazing post on Business Chic.

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It has been a tough time after my holiday ended. Really tough. My confidence was shaken and I was ready to walk further away than I did. But it's taught me so much. It's made me realise what motivates me and makes me happy, and that I need to continue to make my own destiny. And I've learnt that doing things for my own happiness above necessity and expectation of others is ok.

Also, it's ok to say you're not coping, to cry and to ask for and accept the help of others. Because even if you feel like a failure in that moment, chances are, you'll succeed at what you're good at when you're given the chance and given the right support.

How you doing? Do you struggle too?

What path are you paving?

 

 

17 December 2013

Busy. And a blog birthday!

 

I'm so busy.

I hate complaining that I'm busy, because being busy is a privilege. Being busy means there's something to live for, something to be done, progress to be made. There's so much to do! There's the day job, dinners out, bands to watch, drinks to be had, writing contracts to be signed, book proposals to be written, hands to hold.

My calendar's full, my tummy is full, my heart is full. God it's nice to love someone. And to be loved, too. Every minute spent with him is a joy - and makes me want more minutes with him. The minutes turn into hours and I neglect what I should be doing - writing. Sorry. It's not that my passion's been replaced by another, honestly. I want to write.

I feel guilty for not writing here. I don't want to publish a half-arsed attempt. But when I'm not writing, I'm out living life. Sometimes I just want to be writing, but sleep comes before writing most nights. I'm tired. Is everyone tired at the end of the year? There's four more working days til the holidays - that's 10 days rest! I'm hanging out.

Yesterday this blog turned four years old. It's been four years since I wrote this dodgy post, and look how far I've come. Hello world indeed. Thank you to everyone who has read, commented on or shared my blog, and especially to those of you who have stopped me in the street to say you're a reader!

Here's to more blogging - when I'm not so busy.

 

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