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In hot pursuit of passion

So ladies, we’ve now “got it all”.  Someone burned a bra and we can be CEO’s, mothers, revolutionary’s, and expert children’s party crafters.

But so many women are not happy with this.

They are trying to cut back on hobbies, friends or even family in an effort to calm a chaotic life.  They meditate on the bus to work, squeezing in the quest for inner peace between Circular Quay and Broadway whilst sitting on the roar of a 6 cylinder diesel engine. They work from home to be both mother and career woman, only to find the whole situation is actually a complete farce.

What to do?

It’s a doozie of a question.

Let me tap tap tap my ruby shoes for a little magical inspiration:

Be fearless in the pursuit of what sets your soul on fire”

Passion. And the putting of it in your life.

My kids were analysing the words to Eye of the Tiger – Rocky Balboa, not Katy Perry – as it played during dinner the other night (oh yes, we can do fine dining!).

So many times it happens too fast

You trade your passion for glory

Don’t lose your grip on the dreams of the past

You must fight just to keep them alive

“Don’t forget your dreams…” said my academic cherub.  “ROAAAAR like a TIGER” said the wild one. And, “You’ve got to fight for your passion, keep doing what you love,” said my master sensible.

He knows, because he has experienced it this year. The other week he played in a soccer gala day all day long, then couldn’t wait to get to more training that night.  He walked in, at the end of twelve hours of sweaty soccer heaven, laughing at himself and his happiest of sore feet. “Crazy awesome passion”, my friend called it. His smile, his beaming confidence, still remain at the memory, three weeks later.  

Here is how it is working for me.

I want to be creative – and I don’t mean churning out 50 toilet roll tealight holders from Pinterest for a child’s birthday party.  I want to write creatively, and to see my novel on a bookshelf in Berkelouw Books – now that would make me beam, and scream and live in ecstatic disbelief!   

So I sit down and write every day when my toddler is sleeping in the middle of the day. Sometimes I get a frustrating two words out before he wakes.  Sometimes I get two chapters.  Sometimes it’s rubbish. But most of the time it’s genius – so say I, anyway.

But, each day I am a little closer to that bookshelf.

Each day, I feel self-worth.  When I’ve whipped out the genius, it’s HUGE, huge I tell you.  When I’ve only managed crap, it’s still there hovering within, because if nothing else, I have spent a little time doing something that I love.

I don’t understand it when people ask me how I fit it in. passionisenergyoprha

It’s an hour of exciting!  I am not a mother, or housecleaner, or school bus, or washerwoman for an hour; I am lost in a world of something I really love doing. When I hear my little man waking up I have to shake myself back from the nirvana I was in. What do you mean how do I fit it in – I am LUCKY to be able to do this!

And it adds to my life, my husband’s life, my children’s lives, and all those around me because I walk around happy. Simple.

I am also keenly aware that none of this is going to wait. It’s important to make this a priority, otherwise I’ll have a whole bunch of toilet roll tea lights, but no bookshelf glory.  It will still seem in the distance, and when I do eventually get there my grey, set hairdo and years of inactivity to the cause will mean it just won’t happen.

And anyway, I want to walk around happy now.  Not later.

The racing, the chaos, the infinite pile of washing, the constant cutting of 80 finger and toenails, the not-a-moment-to-breath, is placed into the Everyday and Mundane Status drawer it should be in.  It’s not important, because you have more majestic pursuits going on. 

You know; “Oh, sorry, dirty socks, I was busy becoming a famous and fabulous authoress”.

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Well?  Go get ’em tiger!

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5 thoughts on “In hot pursuit of passion

  1. Felicity, you NEVER cease to amaze me. I’m proud and lucky to know you, not just as your Dad, but as a complex, confident and supremely competent person. Bless you.

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