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Monday, May 4, 2015

13 Thoughts on Turning X Years

Ever since I went over the magic number 25 I have been forgetting how old I am. I have needed to do quick mental maths to arrive at the correct answer every time someone asks me how old I am. Why have I been forgetting? Well, there is so much pressure to be young, beautiful and forever radiant. Acknowledging age becomes a reminder that the external is withering and soon your smile will not get you everything you want in this fickle world. J Age slowly withers the external but with it comes a bit of wisdom if you let it. The brains will help you when the beauty starts to diminish. In accordance with all those lovely things I aspire to be, as I become less and less of the “hottie” I once was, I thought let me write something of the little wisdom gained over this x amount of years to make up for the loss in external youthful exuberance.

Firstly, Polonius was right, to thine own self be true. The sooner you learn this the better for your happiness and those around you that love you. Do not live a life that is not in accordance with the truth that resides in your heart. You will never succeed at what you are not, but you will excel at who you really are. The people that love you will, usually have been waiting for you to free yourself of the pretence anyway.

Secondly, let go of the shit and let it hit the fan. The catastrophe will happen but then everyone can bath afterwards. If you don’t, there will always be this perpetual stink that everyone must live with. Really I mean it. If you don’t let it go people will gladly let you hold theirs too. Don’t do it. All grown-ups know where the loo is and you are not it. Just drop it, like it’s… lol!

Thirdly, get a good friend. Get a friend who believes in you more than you believe in yourself if you can. One who will be strong for you when you are weak. My mom was that friend. When she died Rhianna was making the world sing “Shine bright like a diamond”. For months this is the only line in a song that managed to penetrate to the soft core of my soul which I had managed to wrap up in in sheets and sheets and sheets of impenetrable iron velvet. She, my Mom, had always been that voice in my life which told me to shine. Her voice was the voice whose words I believed more than I believed in my own ability to shine. I would shine simply because she had no doubt that I would.  The second line in the song ‘’you’re beautiful like diamonds in the sky…”was my mental dedication to her. It was based on memories of Pumba and Timon lying down looking at the stars in the sky, saying the great kings of the past are up there looking down upon us. Mom died of course but her belief in me and her words to me such as “You are made of sterner stuff” cannot be wiped out by anything. I was blessed to have had a good friend in her. Not all of us have our parents as friends. Find a good friend whose words can cut through the haze and lift you up.

Fourthly, dare to love fully and entirely, dare to do it over and over again. It is not foolish if you keep on getting better at it. The people you love may leave and some will die. Do not waste time on silly grudges. Use the time you are blessed with to show the people you love how much you love them.

Fifth, know this, when the ones you love leave or die, you will feel grief. It is a little 5 letter word, this thing called grief, it will wind you and leave you lying there thinking you cannot take another breath, thinking you don’t even want to take another breath because what is the point? Mmmmmh at this point I hope you have done number 3 and gotten yourself a good friend. If you don’t have a good friend, find a stranger. You need a human being. God is useful for a lot of things but here you will feel like even He has let you down. Maybe the human being will be inspired by God, that’s great too. Just remember there are certain things common to all humanity great love and great sorrow is universal. It is important for someone, a human being, to know you are hurting. Don’t try and pull a lone soldier. Part of the lesson is to ask for help, part of the lesson is how to be weak, part of the reward is to know that you are not alone.

Sixth, there is no time for people who abuse you, do not appreciate you and do not add value to your life. You just don’t have the time in this life time for that. There are people who stick around you so that you can entertain them with your challenges and make them feel better about their miserable lives. Get brave and cut them off quickly. Make space for relationships that are real. Until you clear out these space holders you will not enjoy quality fulfilling relationships. The first quality relationship you should have is with yourself. Create space to get to know you outside the hustle and bustle of senseless conversations about nothing beneficial.

Seventh, things happen in life that are beyond your control. There will be times when you think it cannot get any worse than what it is at any given point. I can confirm that it can. I read this somewhere and it became true in my own life. I can also confirm that the amount of strength that resides in you can handle it. Do not give up. Sit down and cry as much as you need. Lie down on the dry earth or the mud and become one with it. At your lowest point allow yourself to sink deep down into the depths that is where the demons you must slay reside. Be brave and go there. These experiences cannot be healed by patch work you have to descend into the abyss and come out a victorious. You will likely be nicely alone when this happens or you will be with people but feel alone. When you are down there in the deep bowels of the earth, the earth being the only thing you find to cradle you in that moment, ask for help. Say out loud, Help me. Your help will come. Believe me it will. And it will come from where you least expect it. You will amaze yourself as you raise your bowed head and stare at the beast in the face, it will lower its eyes defeated by your relentless will and you will turn around and walk away stronger than you were. But you need to face it.

Eighth, exercise, just exercise. After the first few tries it starts to feel nice. You start to reap the benefits. It is important for our health now that our natural youthful super-powers are dwindling.

Nine, put some thought into what you eat. Do the research.

Ten, enjoy this very moment.

Eleven become conscious of your impact on the environment. Make changes to your life style to have a more positive impact.

Twelve, raise your voice against what is unjust. Don’t be a bystander. We are bringing up children in this place. They may not be your own but they are vulnerable.

Thirteen, don’t put it off until tomorrow.

Simple enough. The happy things don’t need explaining.

And there it is. I turned x amount of years and this is the little wisdom I wanted to share. I know it is a little bit dark but that’s where I have been lately, these are the dark places where I grew to be strong and that’s what I’ve I have learned.  

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

The Sea - East London

Lovely day at the beach at Quigney in East London yesterday and I couldn't resist the call of the warm sea water so in my clothes I jumped into the sea.



It was so nostalgic to see the Windmill which is where the bus to Rhodes would always stop on our way to varsity. At that point I would have been about 20 hours into a 24 hour journey suffering from motion sickness. I was still unable to resist the chicken from the Windmill as I looked longingly at the beach that I couldn't reach because the bus only stops for 20mins there :)
So just to set things right this time I made sure I made it into the sea.




Great service at Café Neo too the waitresses are excellent.
All round a great trip, well worth the exhausting drive back. The Eastern Cape is beautiful.

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Mom

I went through a period of looking at people directly in their eyes to see if I could read there a common understanding that we have all lost something so integral to the beauty of this world. That unspoken communication like a reaching out through the eyes to say "My mom died, she died". I wanted to say that the flowers will never bloom the same again. I wanted someone to understand that there is a number on my phone that I could call anytime since I could use a phone, that I can never call again. I wanted to say I am 30something but I feel like I am 3years old and I have been left alone in a big, big house and it is getting dark. In the end I found that it is enough that I understand. It is a priviledge that I understand. It is a pain I carry with pride because she was wonderful and she is my Mom.