So earlier I mentioned that I have an ongoing brain condition and I've really been thinking why I have this condition. One of the reasons I think is that I used to work in reality television. I mean, I still kinda do, when I have to. But I'm really trying to stay focused about staying home with the kiddos and letting my dude bring home that juicy bacon.
I started working in reality television when "reality" wasn't a bad word yet. I started when "reality" just meant telling stories that involved regular folk. It's mind-blowing what has happened to "reality television" but that's a whole other story.
For fear of dating myself, which I will certainly do with this tidbit of info, I started my career on one of the grandaddies of reality tv. A show called "Rescue 911" hosted by none other than the one and only William Shatner before he had like a full resurrection of his nine lives career. Some of you may know about it, a lot will not, but it was a CBS primetime show utilizing re-enactments and interviews to tell amazing rescue stories. Great formula really. Lots of drama, a clean beginning, middle and end, and always a happy ending. Sweet.
I was fortunate enough to spend almost five seasons on that show and I learned a lot about storytelling. Not that what I learned about storytelling translates to this blog or to real life. My older brother always reminds me what a lame storyteller I am.
Okay, stop the rambling.
Now I must say this was a natural career for me. I'm a notorious eavesdropper and am absolutely addicted to finding out what is going on with everyone else. In this world of reality (non-fiction) television, when you were talking about a story, you would refer to the people in the story as "real people." And this is where my problems began I think.
You see, when you produce a lot of stories, other people's stories, you kinda start to feel like your one role in life is to tell other people's stories. I traveled all over the country jumping in and out of "real people's" lives. Telling their harrowing stories, eating around their dinner tables, exploring their worlds and then I would pop back out into my own life which, at times, started to feel a bit "unreal."
"Unreal" as in, all of these other people are actually into their own lives working their real jobs and hanging with other real people, and I was just this conduit for these real people to get their real stories out to the world. My life was kind of squished in the middle and I started thinking, subconsciously of course, about when MY real life would start.
I'm sure I'm sounding like a borderline nut job right about now but all of this "real people" observation has generally put me in a place where sometimes I feel like I'm on the outside looking in. So you can imagine what that might mean when I became a mom. I mean, can you really be an effective mother when you're on the outside looking in???
Good question. And one we will explore in Part Two of the series - "What Happens When a Reality TV Producer Becomes a Mom." Stay tuned.