I love to have a rant. About all the worlds problems and how they could be fixed. I love to talk about the emerging and existing sociological themes, the issues of our time, and I have lots to say. But I listen too. I take all the world into my hyperactive brain, process, hypothesise, and then REALLY need to share.
Here’s just one thing I’ve been thinking about this week. (and for a number of years, lets be honest) and how I think my contemplation of the systems of life have stunted me from moving forward.
I think the culture of home ownership being a high and honourable achievement is a load of shit. It’s part of a bigger thing. Hear me out...
People are so obsessed! I read an article once, about a guy who’d bought a house in suburbs of Townsville, and wanted the government to do something about his debt problem. He had a 4brm house with his girlfriend, 2 cars, and a boat or a jet ski - but sure, it’s the government that needs to do something about his bills. *ALL THE EYE ROLLS* Mate. You chose all that.
It’s great if you can buy a house! It’s the Australian dream. Some people see it more as a human right, but let’s call it a dream. And sure, I hope to own a property one day, but I’m not busting my ass for a 4brm 17bathroom 46 car garage in the middle of west of nowhere.
How wonderful an achievement if you can afford to buy in an area you actually want to be in. It doesn’t seem like that happens for most people. But what about choosing your life? Did you really want to move all the way out there? Like, really really?
Affordable housing for purchase is often in the boondocks, and makes people even more reliant on cars, having to travel long distances for work, and nowhere near the places they like to go. We just fill our empty spaces with more stuff, and barely use all those media rooms and party zones. Because we’re all too tired from commuting and not being home until 7 or 8 from our boring jobs we hate. Do we really need lots of space and more stuff like those billboards say?
I know, you can build a community, meet people, find new things to do etc etc. Honestly, I’m cool with your choices if they are YOUR choices. And you can comfortably live with them.
My real issue, at the core of this rant, lies in the River of Mediocrity.
The River of Mediocrity is where people are swept away in the promise of a mostly unattainable but highly prescribed lifestyle.
Where you allow yourself to be carried along by the (main)stream without thinking too much about the choices you’re making, what information you’re receiving, or how you’re contributing.
Where you are left floundering in the muddy banks if you’re not on board with the majority, or weren’t born in the middle of the river.
Where businesses, governments and organisations thrive off our inability to know ourselves. They feed us material to increase insecurity, tell us what our goals should be, and then sell us a solution to a problem that really only profits them.
Where shiny and new and more and bigger and better and nuclear and normal is the goal.
Welcome to the River of Mediocrity in the nation called Capitalism. Bathe in the waters and enjoy the fruits of the trees. You’ll be enticed by the fresh and delicious looking food, only to pick it up, take a sour bite, and have it fall to dust in your hands.
Anyway, that’s me being on a ranty roll. I get a bit philosophical, and objective about humanity, where really, I’m totally in the River. I try to think about what I do, how my choices impact the world and others, how to do good, and that’s probably why I’ve ‘failed’ at my business attempts so far. I say failed, but I’m content with all the fuck ups. And there have been many. With people, with money, with stuff...I’ve had to let it go. Even the painful stuff, like relationship breakdowns, bankruptcy, health issues. It’s been the best way to learn, and it’s made me realise what I can’t do.
I can’t bring myself to capitalise on ignorance and insecurities.
So then, what do I do with an entrepreneurial spirit that wants to pursue success, but also seeks to help, encourage, and facilitate the growth and self awareness in others? I want to make money. Let’s not mince words. But I also want to do good.
So then. What do I do?
I have sat for a hypothetical moment and contemplated. I’ve tried a few new angles on the content I offer, to anyone who’ll listen. And I’ve seen a little taste of what might be my more authentic path.
Here are some things I care about.
I care about women who are busting their asses in the River and might have forgotten their potential.
I care about caring about the planet we live on.
I care about beauty and expression. About photos and art, about what we wear, and creating spaces that are true to their occupants.
I care about communication. Person to person, companies to people, people to companies, parents to kids, lover to lover. I really care about communication.
I care about the pursuit of equality. Not the hating on men, but the support of all humans for a better time ahead.
I care about being brave, and discussing the muted conversations. Like mental health, the perpetual self loathing we suffer, and the honest struggle of love, relationships and sex.
I care about raising my girls to be strong.
I care about my sense of self.
I care about YOU.
I want to take all the things I have tried, and reframe with a fresh perspective. Be more honest and bold with what I feel burning to say out loud - like I am now. I understand that might put people off, but it will also attract the kinds of people who want to talk about these things. If you know someone who you think would enjoy these conversations, please share.
There are a bunch of videos on my Instagram where I talk really openly about my own mental health struggles. I’d like to do more. I felt really humbled and amazed at how people responded to this, and then I got stunted. Consistency and follow through has been my problem, but I think that’s because I was finding out who I really am, what I really value, and my confidence to speak. This is my attempt to un-stunt and get back on my horse.
So let’s take a wild ride.
PS. I rent a 2brm unit, in an area I love, with 2 kids. Sometimes I feel like we don’t have enough space, but mostly I think we just have too much stuff.