Oh the sweet irony of picking this topic this week. Our organisation’s CEO announced a re-structure this week, and I spent this afternoon reading all the documents trying to figure out what it will mean for me and my team. I spent last night dreaming about the imminent arrival of a tidal wave that would kill me and everyone I knew. Connected? Yes. Who knew I cared so much?
I totally agree with Tabs that uncoupling the words “dream” and “job” from one another is a good move. It’s a very grown-up thing to do I think. Some people don’t need to uncouple them, but they are both rare and lucky and usually fucking hardworking and good at living on the smell of an oily rag.
The job I had before I went on maternity leave was great because I believed in the project and loved my co-workers, but the work itself wasn’t deeply satisfying or creatively fulfilling. I think the reason that the Apocalypse came to me in my dream last night was because I really love the part-time job I have at the moment. It’s creative and big picture and I am free to manage my own time most of the time. When you’re part-time you’re more vulnerable to job losses and changing of duties and I’m shit-scared this could happen to me. So, I count myself lucky that the job I have at the moment is: a) 2 days a week b) decent pay c) interesting d) a break from the monotony of parenthood e) creative f) leaves me with energy to pursue my own projects. I so hope none of these things change.
Now, to the “dream” part. Right now I’m in pre-production for my first radio documentary, in part thanks to the absolute arse whacking I got from Justyna (I loved that arse whacking BTW). I’m also making a recipe book for Tabitha. Small-medium projects are what works for me right now, and actually that’s a good thing because pre-Leo I would try to start bigger things and end up not finishing them. He’s also cleaved a lot of the perfectionism out of me – nothing like repeated contact with bodily fluids to take you right down to Earth.