Definitions

I am a lot of things to other people. To name a few I'm the mischievous daughter, demanding little sister, crazy friend, difficult diva, loyal confidant, notorious frenemy, self professed comedian, aspiring... that list goes on.

Writing to you (believing that 'you' is not just an imaginary friend) every week has probably been the most therapeutic decision I have ever made. I've opened my eyes to endless possibilities. Adventures. For you and for me. I guess that would also make me a selfless writer or rather in the words of the cool kids, a blogger.

In this life thing we get two kinds of people, people who will love everything we do and people who will hate everything we do. I've read so many posts where people say things like "This one is for my haters..."-Record skip please. What?! What hath possessed you to use your data/ wi-fi, fingers, time and other important things needed to shout out to someone who hates you? 

Please stop that with immediate effect! Use that energy to shout out to your lovers platonic and otherwise.  They will appreciate it more. And maturity is... *cue JayZ dirt off my shoulders*

People define us everyday, every second. Perhaps you found yourself picking your nose in traffic (guilty) that woman in her beamer was probably thinking, DISGUSTING or letting one rip while laughing, (guilty) the people who smelled it must have thought, PIG or mistakenly throwing an eff bomb, (not guilty) your in laws may have thought unkempt and just like that you are a DISGUSTING, UNKEMPT PIG! 

That interview you went to last week the minute you stepped in you were defined. You were either fit or unfit for the position. The power rested in your hands. You had the swaying vote. (I want to state on record,  this is the one time you should care what a person thinks.)

Well, life is like an interview with an interviewer, everyday. You can define yourself or be defined. Completely and utterly up to you. I've decided that I'm the interviewer and interviewee here. I'm going to define myself and the only person I have to prove that to is myself. Whatever anybody else thinks of me is absolutely their business. I refuse to stress myself over things I can't change (or rather can change through copious amounts of effort. Not worth it). With that being said there are boundaries, which is probably a discussion for another time but to give you an idea using my moral compass is a good start.

I would rather focus on things I want to be and digest the fact that I can BE! It's as simple as 1,2,3 and 4 (I added the four because I can be an accountant too)

Remember, a definition is almost like a sum of words. Do yourself a favour. Make. Your. Own.

Me + awesome= I AM AWESOME! 

Change?!...

Hey readers,

Xenophobic attacks have calmed down but sadly our beautiful country is still plagued. 

I find myself in all kinds of situations. This is my journey...

I drove past a police raid where the police removed harmless hawkers and their loot. I don't know much about where they end up but hearsay says their stock is held ransom, only to be retrieved once ransom is paid in full . If this is true, it makes no sense. I'm not sure how hawkers affect anyone. Maybe someone could shed some light on my 'ignorance'.

I respect hawkers as they choose to get up and work everyday like every other respectable/respectful citizen who wants what they have. 

I don't want to get into too much detail because I don't know all the facts but I do know that my country has bigger problems than hawkers. It's time the focus shifted from the trivial. 

On the flip side of that, I've recently been shown some unrequited love by criminals. I'm so grateful I came out unscathed every single time. I weep for criminals, they are just broken souls. Luckily, most things that are broken can be fixed. 

Although I do not understand their reasons for causing inconvenience,  I understand that it is hard. It is hard for everyone. The difference between you and me is that I hustle to buy that pretty dress whereas you choose to steal it. 

I don't believe anyone is born bad. I think we are made bad. Through various knock downs, disappointments, problems inter alia. 

This last paragraph is a tribute to you Mr or Miss thief...

I could very well sit here and hurl curses at you but that doesn't edify me. We don't have bad blood between us. I hope what you found in my belongings helped you in some way. I send you peace. I pray that you find stability. 

Funny enough, you did something for me. You made me think about wanting to turn around my country somehow for the better. In that light,  thank you.

Remember,  material things are just that but things like freedom, integrity, respect and self value those things cannot be bought... nor stolen.

Inside-Out

I go through my posts on Twitter, just to monitor what should be erased. Also to see how far I've come or how far I haven't come. With 11 something thousand plus tweets, I do occasionally get tired and abandon ship but on this specific day, I guess I had time and I was supposed to see this. I came past a post I retweeted and that got me thinking again.

"If you were to take spiritual selfies would we be so quick to post them"

Hmmm... Food for thought if there ever was any.

I find myself always taking a picture or 15 before I leave the house to do my everyday and ordinary things with a caption to the effect of #Fleeky #Saturday #FaceBeat... You know the drill... (Us social media freaks make up hashtags as we go along #YouWereNeverReady). As someone who has decided to take up a physical journey watching my face shrink and shrink and body almost (but not really) turn unrecognisable ,  I feel brand new! Yes! I feel fantastic. I'm physically probably the thinnest I've ever been but am I as "thin" and fabulous on the inside as the outside... *cue awkward but very real silence*

Working on the outside is not as effective if you do not work on your inside too. Full body cleanse needed. I always use my key analogy when I'm faced with interesting situations. It's simple, I figured when I feel like I am stuck at a certain stage in life, it's only because life is trying to tell me that "Yo my guy, you haven't completely finished this level." When I am done the key will  surely turn. Perhaps for me, this one simple change is the missing link for my key... a squeaky clean inside.

On my long lists of wants, somewhere up there, I want that. I want to work on making my inside selfie as polished as my outside selfie(s)- so many of them out there. #NewTask #NewChallenge

This surely means a list of things and a huge commitment but a basic summary would probably be; compassion, love, care, honesty and... I'm not entirely sure of the whole list yet. I'll get there.  It's part of my journey....

...After all what is a princess without a heart of gold?

Remember, your inside is as valuable as your outside. Work hard on both. And just... Be a good human!

Oops, there's a glitch!

Hey readers and fellow bloggers. I'm alive and kicking! I surprised myself too! :)

This post is so overdue its not even funny! 

To be honest this post was first created about two weeks ago and you know how I've been talking about curve balls? They are a thing! Possibly (should be read and understood as possibly) a lovely thing if the bad connotations are stripped and we change the angle we look at them.

Anyway, I've been auto piloting by some philosophy I created one day; 

"Let Positivity Reign!"

 It does seem hard to fulfill when setbacks are thrown our way.

Dare I say last week, I had a week that came straight from the pits of hell! #ScratchThat I had two weeks that came straight from hell.

Week 1: It started off with an unbalanced feeling so me being me, I blamed it on PMS! But that gut feeling is a real thing. As true as a new born child,  my week ended on quite a low. 

Week 2: Again a bit unbalanced but also very sick and convincing myself that I am fine! True as a nose bleed (weird thing that, isn't it) my week ended off on another low. Alright universe I get it, I'm a rotten person. 

'They' say things like, if you feel like you're going through hell, keep going... After feeling very sorry for myself for all of 36 hours I woke up two weeks ago Monday, reluctant. It's hard especially when Monday is already frowned upon. I had so much to do other than normal Monday stuff, it suddenly felt like the responsibilities of the whole world rested on my shoulders. Wow! The understanding was almost instantaneous and I just knew that my attitude needed to change and be put back in check. I'll be first to admit, I'm slow to the uptake so the implementation wasn't as quick but fast forward two weeks, today Monday 1 June, I woke up with the attitude that I owned a ray of sunshine. #NewMonth #SameMe #NewOutLook

In my head, this week is not going to end like the last two weeks. In fact I want to personally thank the last two weeks because now I can stop and appreciate the beauty of simplicity and complexity in this thing called life. 

"When there's life there's hope"-Kesiena (I'm not sure if you are the original sayer of this but I'm going to go ahead and credit it to you)

So, Sir Winston Churchill, I would have to disagree with you. If you are going through hell  don't keep going. Turn around and change your course. There are exquisite surprises lying everywhere. 

Remember, things fall apart to rebuild themselves. Possibly in a better way. And it wouldn't be so bad to just...#LetPositivityReign