Happy as a clam and about as smart

THERE’S nothing like the success of another to light a fire under you — or so it is in my keeping-up-with-the-Jones’ world.

So what happens when you’re time-poor, sleep-deprived and your wildest dreams are coming true for someone else?

If you’re me, your genuine joy for someone truly deserving fixes on your face like botched botox and you wonder exactly what it is you’ve been doing all this time?

You wonder (very quietly — unless you have a blog) just why it couldn’t have been you; why a streak of brilliance that strikes the likes of Stephenie Meyer and Carolyn Jess-Cooke (yes Carolyn, I already hold you in that best-selling company!*) couldn’t knock on your noggin just once.

Though what if that muse has already knocked on your door? Maybe a magical concept, a perfect piece of prose or simply an original thought struck while you were busy simultaneously changing a dirty bottom, answering the phone and educating a minor on the perils of climbing a bookshelf?

Do wandering daydreams ever have a chance to get a foothold in a brain that is busy with the mundane?

An article I read once said you’re more likely to have a “paradigm-shifting epiphany” on the toilet than in a busy workplace. If that’s the case, there’s little hope for me.

I’ve never been busier than I am now as a stay-at-home mum. Though, with my son’s growing fascination in his own waste, most of my thinking will soon revolve around the toilet anyway.

But I doubt that was the angle the reporter was going for…

To make my own shortcomings even more apparent, I’ve been packing up boxes of old uni material and reading over the laboured works of a stressed out teen with awe and a little envy.

So much blood, sweat and tears went into those three small years to get my degree. But reading over it a decade later, I’m amazed at my — throwing modesty to the wind here — intelligence.

I’m pretty sure I didn’t think so highly of myself back then but I was no doubt soaking up all the new ideas that surrounded me.

These days, though I’m as happy as a clam, I feel about as smart as one too.

I’d struggle with a conversation on media ethics and newsroom discourse — for more reasons than yelling “WHAT?!” over screaming babies.

 Currently on maternity leave, my mind is thriving on the drivel of daytime TV, liquefying in its own crapulence and will probably spill out quietly onto my pillow one night.

Perhaps then, I shouldn’t just be pleased for the success of others, but actively seek it out in a bid to stop the everyday from interfering too badly with my own dreams.

As you can see, it’s already got my column-writing back into action. One small step for a busy mum…


(* Want to see whose success I’m talking about? Visit http://www.therisktakersguide.com/)

2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Ben Payne
    Oct 22, 2009 @ 11:31:18

    Anyone gauche enough to have early success must be torn down immediately! *Especially* my friends.


  2. jen
    Oct 22, 2009 @ 11:32:30

    hey clam smarts, you right nice. don’t sell yorself short. RAW!


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