I recently completed the Kiwi Meter survey and apparently I do not agree that hard work will always lead to success, nor that all people have the same opportunity to be successful. Apparently that would be correct.
I come from a blue collar background. My dad literally wore blue overalls, and he worked his ass off. He still works his ass off – he’s nearly 63. My mum worked (more than) full time raising two (perfect) daughters. She was never overly maternal and wasn’t fussed about having kids, but she ended up with a couple and kicked every parenting KPI into touch.
My Pop came from less than nothing and worked hard from a young age, only to lose it all in the crash of ’87. When he died he left behind a moderate house, in a moderate suburb, a Toyota and a very large collection of polo shirts. Nan says that she would like to drive a Jag, go on safari to Africa and live in a beach front mansion, but if she had the choice to go back and choose someone other than an electrician in the Navy, I don’t think she’d take it.
If you’d asked Pop if he’d lived a successful life, he would have raised his can in your direction and said “bloody oath”. If you ask dad if there’s anything else he would like before he dies, he will say “a ’62 Bubble Top and a Blue Heeler puppy”.
The rise and rise (and rise) of social media, means that as well as being bombarded by clean treats (guilty), babes in bikinis (not guilty) and cute cats (guilty), we are shown these people who are following their passion, living the dream and realising their entrepreneurial spirit.
I tried that once. Seemed like a good idea at the time. Turns out it was an epic and expensive fail, and that’s OK. What I find a bit hard to swallow, is the idea that if you work hard, and follow your passion, you WILL be successful. In my case, I was definitely successful if successful means minimal sleep, donating your entire salary, and being a stressed out, highly anxious, very grumpy bitch.
You don’t have to be self-employed, paying yourself six figures and have a social media following of more than 50,000 to be a #GIRLBOSS. You could be managing a team of seven, working sixty hours a week and be a #GIRLBOSS. You could be wrangling two kids under two, or one kid under ten and be a #GIRLBOSS. You could be sleeping in, going to yoga, eating cookies, and watching Dr Phil on the daily and be a #GIRLBOSS.
I’m not really a “self starter”, unless I’ve got to be at my desk by a certain time (preferably some flexibility for that time to be after 9am), and doing my work. I am a professional procrastinator who would rather paint my nails than answer emails. I require almost constant supervision and stimulation, so a home office is not for me, because when left unattended I turn to my old friends; potato chips and Netflix. I need deadlines and KPI’s and WIP meetings and milestones – I work best under pressure.
Not everyone has the urge to work for themselves, to dictate their own hours, to keep copies of receipts and manage their own money. Some do, and that’s excellent, the world needs go getters and hustlers, but the world also needs lazy ass bitches like me who go to work and play with numbers, and get paid every second Thursday. Likewise, the world needs women who stay home with mini humans, and women who stay home without mini humans, we’re all just as deserving of the title #GIRLBOSS.
While I applaud and enjoy the celebrating of successful women who are CEO’s, entrepreneurs and business owners, I am going to start profiling Good Bitches on the blog (inspired by The Good Bitch group on Facebook where we talk about colonics, lactation cookies, trashy TV and everything in between). I’m going to tell a few yarns about ladies who are just generally good humans. I’m starting with my sister…only I haven’t told her yet…