You might find yourself at home thinking. Thinking about wanting to have a job. Or you find yourself working in the office although you know that this job is not for you. You’re back at home again thinking about your current situation which is so different than you what you dreamed of when you were 11. Or you’re out for dinner, celebrating present success but…what’s next? At home again, you’re scrolling through your social media newsfeed and you realise life is just bittersweet and for some people way too short. Which again stimulates you to think about your own life, hopes and dreams. Let’s add some more fuel to that Dreams engine. Read more
Realitychecks. They occur every now and then and every now and then I feel the need to share my realitychecks with you. After my not-so-serious ode to the here and now, it’s time to get serious.
This ode has to do with a story that I’ve read in a Dutch newspaper. It’s about a woman who wrote a very open article about the past with a clear (tragic) link to the here and now. In a nutshell: the article is written by a woman whose mother unfortunately took her life in 1983. The most important question after such an event is always: Why? After years her daughter was ready to find an answer to this question. And it was answered alright. Her mother had kept a diary in the past. This diary was an important source which helped the daughter understand the thoughts and feelings of her mother and how that led to her radical decision.
Rewind to the 1970s and early 1980s.
You’re a woman. Just like the decades before, your career perspective after marriage is usually: becoming a housewife and in your career perspective horizon staying a perfect housewife is priority number 1. Do you want more? The Housewife police (society and your environment) will try to bring you to the housewife pad. Are you ambitious and would you like to have your own career? What’s wrong with you? It is unthinkable.
This state of mind actually reminds me to some “vintage humor” pictures which are literally made to mock the vintage times a little bit, but… in every joke there is a serious amount of truth.
Flashforward to the present.
What are we?
Woman, writer/doctor/whatever you want, daughter, girlfriend, mother, wife etcetera.
What can we become?
Anything we like.
What do we want after that?
When do we want it?
As soon as possible.
When can we start?