Remember Growing Up?
My name is Gabby, originally a country bumpkin from a little place called Somerset in the South of England. I grew up village-hopping through various idyllic places with names like Compton Martin, Hinton Blewett and East Harptree. It’s a quiet, pleasant, C of E upbringing, with bountiful outdoor adventures that any child could dream of.
The West Country is a charming place to grow up, and despite its reputation for being a bit sheltered and closed-minded, I was fortunate to have parents that taught me to treat others as I wish to be treated. There’s no doubt the area lacks multi-culture….I remember the day Milo entered my school as it’s first black child, and I won’t lie at 5 years old I was fascinated by him, it’s not that I hadn’t encountered different races before, but my school was as white middle-class as it gets. I’m only recalling this, to demonstrate an innocent memory of a child who made a friend. He didn’t stay long at the school, and I always wondered where he went. I just remember thinking how beautiful he was, and at 5 years old (although I probably didn’t know what those feelings were at the time) I definitely fancied him. I have never understood prejudice when it comes to race, sex, class, and culture and I think the respect for our fellow human goes a long way.
At school, I was probably what you’d call an “all-rounder” – relatively average at a lot of things, always getting the middle grades. To me, that meant that I’d never been exceptionally good at anything inside of school, and I didn’t think that was fair at the time. Although the alternative could have been having pushy parents, and being forced into something that I later resented…so it’s a coin toss.
I was dedicated to a few hobbies. I spent a lot of my time horse riding, playing the piano, swimming, singing at the top of my lungs and listening to music….these were my passions and things that gave me great pleasure, but it was clear that they were just hobbies, and they remain with me as past-times and lovely, luxury, childhood memories.
Another of my favourite things to do was to make up wild games. I had a best friend called Grace at primary school and we were inseparable. The games we played mainly involved being able to speak to animals. We would be tasked with saving the imaginary unicorn from the evil bat. We were definitely known as the weird ones….we were the lesbians of the class, and I can’t really blame kids for thinking it as we would kiss in the playground for fun….and although I’m not a lesbian…I seem to attract my fellow female frequently, which is great!
Our make-believe games lasted way beyond the “appropriate” age that kids play those sort of games – probably well into secondary school. Grace was bullied quite a lot more than I was for it, I was an empathic child and I’d never let anybody play alone, it’s not nice to see someone being singled out, but she was an easy target, she had freckles and ginger hair and came from a bit of a rough family in comparison to some of the very well-to-do households.
In the end, we were isolated as a pair, and unfortunately, when you get bullied as a child, you have a tendency to become the bully and she did like a tantrum. I would just get over it when she smashed my glasses on the floor because she lost at hopscotch and when she gave my best friend neckless I’d bought us to another girl…it didn’t matter.
I was quite philosophical growing up, I loved a “meaning of life and the universe” debate….and I’m sure It wasn’t just the weed talking…although that was one of the popular past times in sixth form. I studied Philosophy & Ethics as a GCSE subject, it was a debate class, we were able to give our opinions and learn to approach things with understanding, compassion and question everything, rejecting boundaries of religion and politics – at least that’s my interpretation of the class, and it’s all up for it! It was the only subject I got an A* in – while I didn’t carry it on, I did psychology as the trade off….my teacher was totally nutty. One thing she said that stuck, is that people who study psychology are more prone to developing psychological problems….I can believe that.
Leonard Cohen is one of my new found idols, as a poet, a philosopher, and a musician, he captures truth and lays it all bear in a way that’s magnetic – honest, humorous and with depth, and I sink deeper into his book Beautiful Losers. Another is Rupi Kaur’s Milk & Honey, Poetry has made a come back in a big way, and the spoken word, and tone of voice when sitting and listneing to poetry is something I find pure enjoyment out of. Sometimes I don’t understand it, but I think the persn tells it with such passion you feel as if you lived it.
I’ve gone off track a lot, and feel as though I’ve given little pieces of me to you, setting the scene for nothing so spectacular but a portfolio of my work as a human being and the skills I can offer as an individual to get by in this thing we call life. I have achievements in the discipline of curating content for events, live experience, using digital tools to sell products a.k.a social media marketing, I’m planning to use these skills as a workeling nomad – embarking on my new journey through Mexico and South America.
So please, learn more about my skills and achievements through this portfolio or through my travel and life blog go to: workeling.com
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