I’d like to apologise for all the typos in my other blogs, I really should proof read better. I am trying now.
I feel I should admit to a few things, firstly Maggie isn’t my real name. I’m using a pseudonym so I can actually be a little more honest. It’s not a completely made up name, it’s like when you have to make up your porn name (pet’s name and street where you grew up) or your royal wedding guest name (grandparent’s first name road where you grew up “hyphen” road where you live now), so anyway I’ve found my blogging name. This is also part of what I want to talk about. I often feel like I’m really an observer in my own life, in particularly my professional life.
It can seem like I’m pretending when I’m working. I can’t quite believe I know what I’m talking about, even more I never quite believe that people listen to me and take me seriously. They value my opinion and want to know what I have to say. I feel like I am acting a lot of the time. It’s not real, the real me is a scruffy 13 year old, with a bad haircut scared to say boo to a goose, not wearing a suit in a shiny office with a skyline view of London.
The only time I feel real is when I’m at home with my husband and daughter. Getting a cuddle from either of them is real, talking to them is real, that is who I am. Even if I’m not domesticated, which I’m not, I like who I am at home with my family. I can be myself, my daughter and husband see the real me. They see me happy, sad, insecure, being silly, whatever the mood takes.
I feel like I can’t be both people, I can’t be the silly mummy and the professional business woman. Then my counsellor said something interesting, if I’m that good an actress, that for 15 years people have taken me seriously professionally and valued my opinion, then maybe I’m in the wrong career. Maybe I should be treading the boards in the
West End, I must be an incredible actress if I can take people in so convincingly for so long. Perhaps there is another reason why people listen to me, and it’s not because I’m good at faking it, maybe I do know what I’m doing. Do I have to choose to be one thing or another? Is it all or nothing? It might be possible to be both, I don’t know, I’ll give it a shot.