I once had a good friend from the city bewilderingly ask me – ‘what do you do up there on your hill? How do you fill in the time?’ Conversely, I received another comment from another friend on what a lot of work a farm can be. A third recently wondered how I fit all my different jobs into a day. Well…
The only thing I can say with clarity, is the life of a mother/freelancing journo/producer/bad farmer/student/aide/occasional band manager certainly keeps life interesting. The endless parade of farm jobs aside, the thing about working in regional Australia is the need to find as much work as you can to make up for the fact that there really isn’t a lot of it around and when it comes, it’s often intermittent and generally lower paid than urban areas. So whether it’s on your own farm or somewhere out of the front gate, life can become a juggling act, and like all balls flying through the air, somewhat unpredictable.
For five years after we moved here I did the weekly commute down to Sydney to the ABC. When I became a mother, I left… the commute didn’t seem very viable with a baby in tow (!), and after 11 years there, I needed a break. A few freelance stints and another baby later, I thought I’d best get serious again by finding gainful employment. Unable to find any locally, I decided to retrain as a primary school teacher (following the slow and steady mantra as this remains ongoing). The insurance enquiries added to my momentum – “certainly madam, we can help with a quote… What is your occupation? Sorry, did you say, stay at home mum? Sorry, we can’t insure you (ie. you are worth nothing). What about your husband? He’s a musician, you say? He’s in the high risk group due to the dangers involved in stage diving.” You’ve got to be kidding me.
And so I hit the job circuit, commuting up to Port Macquarie’s ABC Radio station to fill in for six months, following that up with a fulltime job at Fairfax’s local papers. For both, my learning curve was steep and rapid! Little lost William Tyrell remained in the news while I was in Port, and I dreaded those few occasions when his headline landed on my shift. Later, upon my successful application for the journo job at Forster, I unexpectedly ended up instead ‘temporarily-for-10-months’ as the only journo in Gloucester. With (the now abandoned) AGL’s coal seam gas plans irrevocably dividing the community, that was one baptism of fire.
Back to Forster, by then I had prematurely burnt myself out to-ing and fro-ing and elected to go part-time. I lasted another eight months before I resigned a year ago. Despite the excellent company working hard around me, I was feeling the stress… “Hello, can I speak to your sports department please about a weekend event? How about your photography department? What’s that – you don’t have one? What do you mean it’s just you and another journo? How many stories do you think you can properly research, write, edit, photograph, publish online and layout in just 3 days work for a 40 page weekly paper?”… (OK. Admittedly the two last questions were mine).
So it turns out I am obviously not a mother who can do it all. The career ladder has definitely passed me by. And that’s OK, I’ve made my choices and am at peace with them. And fortunately, where one door closes, another always opens.
Complementing my current path to teaching, I have been working at our local school as an aide; I undertake minimal farm work (suffice it to say we are downsizing our herd to … nil… for awhile… in an effort to minimize the risk of getting up in the middle of the night to get them off the road… ummm…. thanks for doing that last time, Dougal!), am attempting to get up some freelance writing stories… and importantly, I have also been fortunate to work on The Artisan Farmer.
Currently in its early stages, it is the 20-year dream of a motivated local businessman / Wagyu farmer and his family, who are going out on a limb to bring something they believe in to their region. While the centre is being built, two days a week I get to research, write, plan, film, script, edit stories on the region’s cottage industry farmers, complementing the on-its-way-to-being-built Artisan Farmer centre at Nabiac which is due to open late 2018. Filming others living their dream in reality- it is a dream job and I’m unbelievably fortunate to have been given the opportunity…
So, while it is always awkward to promote your own work, I am going to make an exception here (hope you don’t mind Bec H). In an effort to celebrate all those who have made brave choices in their lives, whatever they are, however big or small, whether it works out or not, I am transparently cross-promoting because as a Two Becs reader I think you will enjoy The Artisan Farmer concept. Obviously I’m keen, for many personal and community reasons, for it to succeed (but feel free to skip through the intro / outro of the films though – it never gets easier watching yourself on screen!)… Who knows, you might even learn something? And in a year when you’re heading up the Pacific Hwy needing some refreshment or a leg stretch, you could even consider a stop-off to sample The Artisan Farmer first-hand.
In the meantime, feel free to hit the Follow button on your way out from The Artisan Farmer webpage as I shan’t cross-promote again – I don’t want to take advantage by crossing the invisible but ethical ‘blog to blog’ line too often!
In the meantime, you can find me either at school, in the car, in a paddock, on band matters, behind the camera, writing, or in my ‘edit suite’. As for Two Becs In A Paddock – I’m back. But until I find time to do a bit of whipper snipping now that most of the cattle have gone, we might need to rename ourselves ‘Two Becs in an Overgrown Paddock? What say you, Bec H?
PS – apologies for the length of this. There was a lot to say, and I’m not known for my brevity!