I was randomly thinking about the phrase ‘glass ceiling’ on a drive back from a friends house this week. My driving time is my down time where everything and anything comes from wherever it has been lurking in my subconscious to be addressed in my conscious mind (i think that’s the way it works anyway). Well on this occasion I just happened to be thinking about what I really, really wanted to do in life. I have this chronic habit of starting projects and launching great ideas but then struggle with the follow through. My mentors have put it in no uncertain terms that I need to start knuckling down and find something to slug my guts out over no matter what. Thinking about my various passions naturally took me back to thoughts of my childhood and what I loved to do then. Above everything else it was to sing, act and read. Now coming from an African background all of the above do not qualify as being reputable, put food on the table careers and somewhere between my parents encouraging me with my studies and not discouraging, but also not encouraging my creative loves, my glass ceiling formed. That imaginary impenetrable wall solidified in my mind and I started looking for things to excel in that were more ‘realistic’.
It has come to that time where I must revisit the wall and see if I can etch a hole in it, or try and touch it and find out that its not there.
I’ll let you know how it goes.