I love art. One of my favourite things is to walk around a quiet gallery taking in all the different interpretations of art and feeling calmed by the beauty someone can create just by putting brush to canvas, or pencil to paper, or fingers to clay etc however…
My daughter goes to nursery three days a week and generally comes home with 3 or 4 papers with scribbles on or painting on or stickers on or sand glued on. I have just worked out this is approximately 567 bits of paper I now have floating around my house! This doesn’t count the painting and sticking we do whilst at home. Add another 100 pieces over time at least!
My fridge is covered in the better pieces. I have put a few in frames, I have some of the ‘sculptures’ in her room and some paintings and cutouts are Blu-tacked to her wall. I have piles in my car from when I haven’t had enough hands to carry them up the stairs, I have piles in the hall that it haven’t sorted yet and I have piles in a box in one of my cupboards. I have felt bad with every A4 bit of paper with a random scribble on that gets put in the recycling because it has been trampled on or adorned with muddy boot prints and I’ve felt bad for every decorated toilet roll that has accidentally got soggy or most of the bits have fallen off on the way home but I also have no idea what the protocol is with children’s artwork?! There is so much stuff that I surely can’t be expected to keep it all but does that make me a bad mummy? What on earth does everyone else do with their little darlings creative outlets?! There must be a good business idea in here somewhere but what on earth it could be I’m not sure.
I am a civil servant. As much as that pains the very core of me to say, I work for the government. I have no idea how I ended up here, as at 14 I definitely wanted to be an interior designer, but here I am. I am now a sensible, grown up mum who has to think about paying the bills.
I hate my job.
I have been ‘restructured’ more times than I can count in the past five years and I am so tired of it. I thought my luck was in when I came back from maternity leave and was offered a role in the marketing and communications team. I loved it, organising large events, travelling, flexible working, working from home when able, meeting lots of new lovely people, including someone I would now class as a closest friend. I felt like I wasn’t just a mummy again, that I was actually excited to get up and go to work especially considering the state of home life at that point and then, yet another restructure happened and I was forced into an ‘office job’, a 9-5, chained to my desk, office job.
I heard lots of “Well, at least it’s paying the bills” at the time and so I just got on with it, not wanting to whine about being a newly, single mum AND having a crap job. Let’s just focus on the biggest issues, hey? I thought.
But eight months has passed and I can feel morale and motivation ebbing away. I don’t want to feel like this for a large portion of my week anymore. So…it’s time to start looking for a new job. In those few minutes I have to myself of an evening, I am currently scouting the web to find me my perfect job…something that stirs my creative side, something that is flexible or works with my part time hours I now have to do in order to pick up and drop of Charlotte at nursery, something that stimulates my brain, something where I can meet fun/ interesting people, something that pays enough to keep the roof over our head and all the stuff that goes under it….unfortunately, I’m not sure it exists.
I am still trying to come up with that one idea that will earn me millions so if you have any ideas going spare please feel free to pass them over to me!