The thing about setting up a blog….

…is that I actually have to write posts. Well, duh!  Given that I set up this blog nearly 6 months ago, and have only published two posts, I’m clearly not going to win blogger of the year any time soon.

The reason I haven’t posted anything is because I every time I write a post, I delete it because I worry it’s not good enough.  There are so many fantastic bloggers out there, will anyone actually want to read my posts? I suppose the only way to answer that question is to publish posts and find out.

I have Generalised Anxiety Disorder (GAD), which basically means I am anxious and/or stressed most of the time.  It’s hard to explain, unless talking to someone who also has experienced it, how hard it is to live with this condition, particularly during those stressful periods of life, that we all go through.

My GAD has been particularly bad and has had knock-on effects in many areas of my life – something I plan to blog about in the future.  I actually think that if I’d actually kept this blog up to date and had an outlet for my mind’s ramblings, it might have helped me to manage my anxiety.

It’s probably not a surprise that my anxiety has extended to blog posts (well, potential blog posts!).  So this is me, facing my ‘fear’ and just posting this without overthinking or worrying.  Help to create a new, positive, neural pathway, so next time perhaps I’ll be able to write – and publish!- a more exciting/meaningful post!


Having it all

Modern women are put under a lot of pressure and expected to behave in certain, often contradictory, ways – they have to be sexy, innocent, educated, unassuming, well travelled, home maker, the list goes on.  We are expected to look perfect for each occasion – just look at the tabloids and weekly magazines, that slag off celebrities who may pop to the shop for a pint of milk not looking perfect, that they must be feeling under the weather.  Men don’t get the same treatment.

The biggest way women have an impossible pressure put on them is the career vs family discussion.  Men never have to have a conversation about how they are juggling both, nor do they get questioned if they choose their career over a family. Yet women are expected to stop their career to give birth to children, and then go back to that career, which in a lot of cases has been adversely affected by the break. When they work hard to try and regain some ground and actually progress in their career, that may involve longer hours.  Their husband/mother/father/nanny may need to help out with childcare but then, of course, the poor woman is accused of being a bad mother. Men don’t have the same judgment – they can work late and their children’s care is not even mentioned. I’m not even going to start on the salary issue – after all, I don’t want to scare off readers so early in this blog’s life!

Before I go any further, I just want to say that opinions expressed are simply my opinions. I don’t pretend to know what is best for anyone; the only person I have any idea of what is best, is for me and my life.  Everyone – man and woman – has the right to decide what they want, without judgment from anyone. I am certainly not judging any woman, or man for that matter, who thinks differently to me.

I digress.

I described above the scenario of the working mother who has pressures on her from all sides.  It’s because women are expected to “have it all”. If us pesky women want careers then the least we can do is raise (and raise well) the kids as well.  For me, personally, I don’t want to have children.  Medically, I have conditions which affect fertility, especially as I get older, but that doesn’t bother me as I really have no desire to raise a family. And this leads to so much judgment and questioning and general confusion.

When I was in my twenties, I was told that once I hit my thirties and at a better place in my career, I would change my mind and my body clock would start ticking.  As my thirtieth birthday approached, I was asked if I had started dating seriously yet, as I should really start looking.  Now, as I approach my mid thirties, I am viewed with suspicion by some friends – men and women – who wonder what is wrong with me.  I have lost a lot of male friends over the last few years who have met girls (I am happy that they are happy btw), who find it suspicious that I am still single. One even assumed that I was single because I really liked my friend/her boyfriend and seemed to take great pleasure in telling me he was off the market.  Some friends who have had kids hardly meet up with me, because I “haven’t grown up yet”.

My male friends of a similar age, and older, who are still single aren’t viewed with as much suspicion or judgment, though of course they are still judged by some.

I was asked by a colleague why I don’t want it all.  “Your career is in a great place and you could easily come back to it,” she said, “You’re so organised, I can see you being a super mum and not worrying about all the balls you need to juggle.”  Maybe she’s right, maybe she’s wrong, it really doesn’t matter. It may be that I would be the best mum in the world, but I don’t want that. And having seen how my friends with kids have to juggle everything , I don’t feel like I am missing out.  Yet I am somehow made out to feel like a failure, like I’m not reaching my full potential, for choosing not to have kids.

On the other side of it, when women choose to be stay at home mums, they are looked at with pity. They had such potential in their career and they are giving it all up to have kids.  There are a variety of reasons by women choose family over kids, but that is for them and their partner to decide.  Some women would love to but just can’t afford to.   I certainly don’t judge women who become stay-at-home mums, because it’s their life and their choice. But just as I am made to feel like a failure for not wanting to bear children, the women who choose the opposite are also made to feel like a failure.

Maybe it would be better to re-define the phrase “having it all”. Conventionally, it means having a career and kids and succeeding at both.  I work with a couple of women who certainly have achieved this, and I couldn’t be happier for them. But it’s not easy and not everyone wants it all or, and I mean this in the kindest way, they may not have the means to “have it all”.

In my life, if I define “having it all” as having achieved goals that I wanted to achieve by my thirties, then I’d say yes I have.  Successful career – tick. I own my flat in a city – tick.  Close friends – tick.  Regular holidays – tick. As a teenager, these are the things I fantasised about, not finding the perfect man, getting married, having kids.

Going forward, by the time I reach 40, my major goal is to finally feel like I am in control of my anxiety disorder. If I reach 40 and I haven’t found a long term way to manage my mental health, or if my career has gone down the drain, then I may change my mind and think that I don’t have it all, by my own standards.

But if I judge myself by conventional standards, then to the outside world, I currently don’t have it all.  My colleague, who I mentioned above, remains extremely concerned about me. I did once, in the pub after a few G&Ts, pose the question – “What if I don’t want it all, will the world end?” and she wondered why I was being so defensive, but didn’t actually say what will happen. Because that’s the thing – nothing bad will happen solely because I (or any other woman) have decided not to juggle a family and a career.

I realise that the world isn’t going to change just because I have written this blog post. There is still going to be pressure on women to be “super” and to juggle all the balls without breaking a sweat.  Men will still have far less pressure put on them. This won’t change until there is true gender equality. In the meantime, I’m just going to focus on my goals and judge myself by my standards, not anyone else’s.

Table for one, please

As I have mentioned on my “About” page, I have set this page up to write about a number of different subjects.  I’ll never be a best selling novelist but hope that my posts are interesting to read.

So, as a little introduction, I am single and live in Manchester (UK).  My life is pretty hectic with a busy corporate job, social life, holidays and dating.  Hopefully that will give me plenty to write about.

This Easter weekend has been a classic – eating, partying, recovering, eating….you get the picture.  I’m lucky to have some awesome friends who support me and who I support in return.  I do sometimes like to go out on my own and have some quality “me time”.  Yes, sure, I like a duvet day as much as the next person, but that’s not really quality time. It’s sometimes nice to go out to the cinema or for dinner on my own.

Dining alone, even if it is at a casual place during the day, seems to raise eyebrows.  Just today, after an enjoyable lunch with a good friend, I decided to stop by a bar close to my flat for a drink.  I sat at a table alone, ordered a drink and watched the world go by. My phone battery had died whilst out at lunch, and I had no book with me, so it was just me.

It’s interesting, isn’t it, that when out in a couple or larger group, it is considered rude to sit there looking at Facebook or reading a book.  Yet it seems suspicious for a lone diner to sit without any props.  The bar staff this afternoon asked me several times if I was expecting someone, and seemed surprised when I said no.  Each time the staff asked, I could see the couple of at the next stable turn to listen and then overheard them having a little gossip about little old me being sat at the next table.

I have been single for ten years but I only started to enjoy eating alone about eighteen months ago. Before that, I used to worry about what people would think about me dining alone.  But I overcame my fear and on a day off work eighteen months ago, I decided to get some lunch alone and although I felt a little uncomfortable, I had a book to read so soon felt ok.  About six months ago, I had an evening meal alone whilst on my first solo trip abroad (more on that to come in another post) and didn’t have a book, nor did I want to use my data in a foreign country. So I sat there and ate my meal without anything to protect me and it was a revelation.

It’s actually quite liberating, feeling comfortable to eat alone. It means that if I want to eat out, and my friends either aren’t available or don’t want to go where I want to go, I don’t have to miss out.  It’s not sad, despite what the gossips at the next table thought today.

In a couple of weeks, I’ll be away alone meaning I will be dining alone for five nights, and you know what? I’m really looking forward to asking for a table for one!