A Life More Ordinary.

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Do you find yourself wondering how the heck your life turned out so – well ordinary? As you glide through your humble home like a perpetual motion machine picking  family detritus up from the floor or you plunge into the washing up for what seems like the millionth time this week, do you ponder on how things got so mundane? Do you reflect on how your current existence bears zero resemblance to your adolescent fantasies? For myself – my teenage dream of dating all five members of Duran Duran simultaneously didn’t  pan out the way I’d hoped. Nor did my plans for a musical collaboration with Robert Smith of The Cure. Being able to actually play music may have helped with that project but alas I was roadblocked by a thing called the Higher School Certificate. I could never nail the hair and makeup anyhow.

Where the action is.

Where the action is.

It may surprise you to read that I didn’t spend all my youth fantasizing about my pop idols – only 90% of it. The other 10% of the time I was entertaining a host of vague aspirations. I’d be an actress but not your average Bond dolly girl type. I would be a tour de force like Meryl Streep or Cate Blanchett (only Cate was in High School too at the time). Otherwise I’d be some kind of glamorous, globe trotting Pulitzer Prize winning journalist or a revered author whose master work would be inflicted upon unwitting future HSC students. Unfortunately I took the well trodden path of practicality. I studied Economics but was far more interested in action at the campus bars than my lectures.  I mean spectating while engineering students constructed sky scrapers from plastic beer cups was so entertaining. Why would anyone go to a lecture about demand elasticity when there was serious nation building to attend to?

More riveting than Econometrics.

More riveting than Econometrics.

A long stint in finance finally gave way to family life in all its Eastern Suburbs middle class glory. I’m the boss’ wife. I drink cappuccinos and indulge my kids. I cook things like spaghetti meatballs and fight a losing battle with my housework. Instead of taking out the Booker Prize, I blog.  (Granted this has brought illustrious accolades like the Sunshine and Liebster awards). Our most salubrious holiday over during the past five years was Noosa where we honeymooned with the then nine month old P1 in tow.

I sometimes wonder what my sixteen year old self would have made of all this. Would she have been disgusted or delighted? I’d imagine the answer is a combination of both. That black clad rebel without a clue would probably be horrified at how mainstream she’s become. On the other hand I’d imagine she’d be fist pumping the air with excitement over the choice of husband. Even in the mid 1980s she had a fetish for red heads (Hello Eric Stolz ) and technical geniuses. To get both in the one compact package is quite an achievement ( apart from the small issue of the Dungeons and Dragons obsession ). I doubt that she’d be too disappointed with Chez ‘Abulous with its five toilets, custom built fairy garden and ocean glimpses. As for the princesses – those strawberry blonde imps could put a smile on anyone’s face. Even that of an adolescent who wears “black on the outside ’cause black is how I feel on the inside”*

Eric Stolz and Dadabulous - separated at birth?

Eric Stolz separated from Dadabulous at birth?

Its often said that “everyone wants to be normal but no one wants to be ordinary”. I think that “ordinary” has received a bad rap. Can you imagine what the world would be like if everyone pursued their youthful visions? The world would be full of film makers, pop stars, choreographers, celebrity chefs, firemen and a handful of action heroes. Yet  there would be no-one to fill in your tax return or collect the garbage. The ColesWorths’ check out would be a chick free zone and there would be no one to serve you in Myer. (Hang on a minute…). There would be precious little IT support but there would be more computer games than you can point a joy stick at ( Hang on another minute…..). Call centers would simply cease to function and you would never receive a parking infringement notice. Similarly the used car yard would go the way of the dinosaur and only the sickest of sick bastards would study dentistry.

A dying breed?

A dying breed?

Hmmm. On second thoughts all you crazy Gen Y and Gen Z kids don’t follow Mumabulous’ example. Get out there and live the dream. Be extra-ordinary.

What would your teenage self think of your life now?

Dream on

Mumabulous

* from Unloveable by The Smiths 1987

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19 thoughts on “A Life More Ordinary.

  1. Lovely post 🙂
    At 16, I wanted to be a writer. Then somewhere in between, I wanted to be a tv artist. Marriage happened, kids, a stint in finance (pays the bills so can’t complain). The marriage, didn’t last, the kids I love beyond imagination. I am 33, writing again and have so much to look forward to with my boys. Just ordinary but then I wouldn’t trade this ordinary for anything in the world 🙂
    xx

  2. Lol, we seem to have blogged on the same topic today, sort of. Only yours is funnier and has added Eric Stoltz (swoon!) I have a dentist appointment in the morning 😦

  3. Hahaha! Oh dear. I too harboured a.desire to climb the dizzy heights of journalism, although my vision was to become a foreign correspondent in Russia. I had a vision of talking to camera from the red square covered in furs and breathing out foggy air through red lipstick. I also wanted to be a pianist. Hahahaha! If only I could see me now! Lucky I’ve got kids to live vicariously through. Oy, get practicing P, whaddya mean you need to go the toilet?! Not til you’ve finished your scales!!!!

  4. For a while I thought I’d be the next Enid Blyton, instead I ended up a bogan in Boganville. So it could be worse..plus there’s still time for you to be pop star..there’s no age limit on The X Factor is there?

  5. This made me smile … I think somewhere in the dim past I’ve watched Mr BE build one of those towers … except it was with pizza boxes at a share house … when he invited his friends over for a game of D&D :). And I am yet to see a child playing ‘call centres’ but I have seen a little group of girls playing ‘mobiles’ with toy phones, writing pads .. whatever was at hand “hold on, I just need to send a text,” they told each other 🙂

  6. Amazing Mum-abulous. You have a way with words, and deserve a Booker Prize. I can’t believe you have 5 toilets! That is not ordinary at all! I completely relate to this. I spent my childhood dreaming of glory. But in other ways, my life is more fabulous now than I could have imagined. Actually, being an actress would have sucked. I am not at all cut out for it. I am much better suited to writing, and hey, writing 50,000 + words a month and being paid for it makes me a writer! (Even though I only have one toilet 🙂 )

  7. I hear you, totally. My younger self wanted to be Enid Blyton, and a journalist.. Then I grew out of my later teen career fantasies, realising the work of a fiction book editor is actually pretty sucky and pays badly. My work now is even better than that… so that part worked out well. I am disappointed about my singing career though. It’s supposed to be washed up by now, and i haven’t started yet. I’ve turned out so… predictably. Makes me want to jump out of a plane, but that, too, would be predictable.

  8. I think my teenage self would also give me a massage high five for marrying such a spunk! She would also like that I now drive a nice V6 SUV instead of an old Ford Escort. But she’d also be upset that I had lost a bit of myself and no longer was up to date with my favourite music, read amazing non-fiction books and didn’t wear the occasion sexy dress or outfit. Happy Australia Day. Emily x

  9. I didn’t really have any idea where I was headed. I think my teenage self would be pretty happy about my spunky DSLR though!

  10. Great post!!

    My teenage self would probably say, ‘Calm down with packing stuff away and cleaning the house’, which is exactly what I used to say to my mother.

  11. I wanted to be a professional tennis player but, obviously that didn’t pan out. I now live vicariously through my TV instead – hello Roger Federer and Andy Murray!

  12. I think even from my teenage years I’ve been happy to let life take the lead – and I’ve loved learning from all the things I’ve fallen into!

  13. My mum proudly reminds me how I had big aspirations to study at Oxford and Cambridge. Little did she realise I said that because I wanted to go over to Britain, meet John Taylor and marry him. Heh.
    But I did study and live overseas (just in Japan) so for the most part, life’s been how it’s supposed to pan out for me.

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