The agency business has no time for dabblers

Today I read an interesting quote by Jeremy Bullmore, the advertising guru in Campaign magazine:

'More than most trades, the agency business has no time for dabblers. You're either in it up to your neck or you're nowhere.'

This made my heart stop momentarily as all the negative thoughts and imagined accusations about being a part-time agency person raced around in my brain.

What are you doing here?

Imposter!

You thought about about your kids a lot today and especially how Lucky is getting on with his party invites and even when you found out that you'd not won that piece of business which was pretty much a cert within 5 minutes you were on the phone sorting out a bouncy castle for the big day.

Up to my neck? Most days I wade about at about knee level if I'm being honest. I write my To Do list every morning, listing first all the work things to crack into and then listing under A.O.B home and kids stuff, a list that never ends. I like my job, I like my job a lot. I like my agency and the people in it a lot (except for the Moany One) and the clients I work with and the success we create for companies. I just don't love it the way I used to. I don't have the same passion and enthusiasm I had pre-kids. God, I don't have the time and energy I had pre-kids!

But this quote also made me think of being a mum as well - does the same sentiment apply? Is that another trade - the mummy business - I am dabbling in? Do two dabblings make a whole - and make it right?

OK, now I'm getting worried that I am a dabbler, a flake, soemone who doesn't make things happen and get things done. Going to check out meaning - back in a mo...

To dabble: - to undertake something superficially or without serious intent.

No, that's definitely not me. I always have serious - and the best - intentions! Both at home and at work. Feeling slightly better.

When I think of my sweet boys and their angelic faces, I go all gooey. I wonder what they're doing when I'm not there, and if Cheeky got on OK at pre-school today. I hope S (for Saviour - more about her later) has managed to get 5-a-day into both of them. I hope Lucky didn't spit today, a nasty habit he has picked up over the last day or two.

I think of their joy when I arrive home this evening, the kisses I will get and the noise that will overwhelm me and I'm wondering if this joy compensates for the upset I sometimes see in Cheeky's face as I tell him I have to go to work that day. Does he even understand that at 3? That his mummy is leaving him for the whole day and will see him for a 1/2 hour before he goes to bed? In this role, I am up to my neck and beyond, no question. Heart, mind and soul, truly, madly, deeply I am there 24/7, with serious intent.

ps - did you know it's national donut week this week? Arrrggghhh. I have been surrounded by the little blighters all day, pink ones, chocolate one, sugary ones, mini ones...secumbed to a mini one with chocolate on and had a 3 o'clock fix of a jammy one with a cup of tea.
Now that's what I call dabbling!!!