‘When something needs to be ironed I put it in the ironing basket. If a year goes by and the item is still in the basket I throw the item away. This is a good system since eventually I end up only with clothes that don’t need ironing.’ This was said by author Janet Evanovich. As tickled pink as I am with this quote, I am not a woman who has an affinity with this quote; I am one of those people who loves to iron. Not a lot can beat the calming pleasure I get from ironing my bedsheets.
Over the weekend I spent a lot of my time watching TV. The Winter Olympic Games in PyeongChang are well under way and I am hooked. Snowboarding, skiing, ice dancing, and speed skating – even curling (which really isn’t all that boring) – I am watching it all. Then on Sunday as Claire Balding was introducing the men’s Bobsleigh doubles completion she mentioned that the GB female Bobsleighers had their funding cut. Ummm what. The men’s teams – and there are multiple – still had their funding but not the one single women’s team?
Earlier in the week I found myself at the National Centre for Circus Arts in Old Street for a Secret Sweat session with Women’s Health UK and Starbucks. When I bought my ticket nothing was said except the date and that it was going to be in London. I was curious and intrigued. Then when they announced that we would be learning circus skills – trapeze work, tightwire walking and acrobatic balancing – I couldn’t wait. This would actually be me living out a childhood dream. For one evening I would be joining the circus.
I am the child of immigrants. This shaped me and two things which my parents passed down – one unconsciously and one consciously – are:
- That the class system is for other people and literally means nothing.
- That education is your ticket to freedom.
Education was how I would make my life, gain my independence, and secure my future. It is what would expand my mind, introduce me to views which matched my own, introduce me to view which wouldn’t, and introduce me to views I hadn’t even thought of. However my life and upbringing never meant that I had to fight to get an education, like Tara Westover. She fought tooth and nail to expand her mind and Educated is the story of how she achieved that.
At the age of 20 I hosted my first dinner party. I invited my university friends over and channeling my mother I made too much food for the two people who would be coming. I had spent the day sweating, cursing, and wrapping my finger in a plaster after I cut it on a can. Until then I didn’t know how hard it was to cook with only nine digits.