Momentary inspiration

I’m not really into football. Certainly not footballers, and wouldn’t know an ex-footballer if he went up my Cazaly.

So when my boss excitedly told me that they’d booked Sam Kekovich, an ex-footballer, as keynote speaker for an event, I think  looked something like this:

I had seen Kekovich years ago on The Fat, but wasn’t a regular viewer – what with it being a show about sport. Sport and me? Nup.

Yet, when he turned up to speak at our little event, there were a few things he said that I really needed to hear right now. I’m feeling a bit stuck – a bit torn as to whether I try to keep my hand in any theatre performing (don’t get excited, it’s just fringe), or whether I just keep my head down and work. Kekovich talked about the need to feel free to be ourselves – to inject our own personality into our work. He talked about maintaining the larrikin sense of humour within our Australian culture. Kekovich is known for speaking his mind, being  brash and obtuse. He’s one of those older men who believe political correctness has gone too far. He’s also surprisingly eloquent and used a helluva lot of big words that I’d only ever seen in Dickens novels.

Anyhoo, he’s right, to a point.

I know I tend to censor myself to check that I’m not ostracising/offending anyone, and that gets a bit tiring sometimes. Whether it’s writing about natural birth, breastfeeding (lawd, the breast v bottle – don’t get me started!) or a comedy skit (don’t ask), I’m always aware that some people will take things the wrong way. The problem these days, as opposed to Sam’s 70’s hey days, is that the internet allows everyone to publish their anonymous opposition without necessarily:

  • determining the actual issue (most comments contain responses saying ‘you didn’t discuss [insert irrelevant-but-slightly-connected-tangent-issue-here]’)
  • debating the issue (as opposed to simply insulting the author)
  • using their common sense to just go to another website

Yet we still need to hear the truth, and truthful thoughts, rather than hiding behind what you think other people want you to say. So, I guess from a blog perspective, I’ve realised that I don’t need to be so worried about getting it wrong or offending someone. I need to be braver to say what I think (once I’ve worked out what I think, of course).

The Australian sense of humour is traditionally self-deprecating (or self-defacating – an expression someone once used to describe an affable monk. I kid you not), while, at the same time, not being afraid to ruffle some of the tall poppies’  petals. I haven’t even opened my comedy files since my little boy was born, but I’m thinking it might be a good time to do that and see if I can inject some of that Kekovic larrikinism into it. I’m feeling the need to be a bit more creative – and I don’t mean with toilet rolls, glitter pens and animal stamps.

…then again, I might just check my facebook…

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