Tuesday, June 14, 2011

And then there were few.....



So continuing with the "reformation" theme, there a a few other things which I have learnt , no, been FORCED to learn over the last couple of years. Some of the lessons were easy, piece of Lindt chocolate cake. Others, however...were like taking an algebra class, stoned out of your bracket. Not the easiest thing in the world, trust me.


One of those lessons were Patience:


Patience with people, ideas and circumstances. Now, the ideas and circumstances bit came easy, well, not too easy, let's just say INTERMEDIATE LEVEL. The patience with people however, including myself, now that was the challenge. The hardest person on yourself is usually YOU. Constantly pushing yourself to be better, fitter, stronger , smarter and kicking yourself full on in the ass when you're not. I always say that your harshest critic is yourself too, but sometimes we can become so hard on ourselves that we just decide to give it up as a bad job and join mediocrity. I have learnt that nothing will come to you when YOU want it, but when the time is right, and you're prepared for it. The right career, the right friends, the right experiences, the right dreams and yes, ladies, the right man. Funny thing this "Patience" , because just when you're about to quit having it and announce to the world, "Yip,nothing to see here, fresh outta patience!!", that is when the very thing you've been so agonizingly waiting for ,arrives, not how you envisaged it, but how it needs to be. Perfect, for you.



The next thing I've learnt, was TOLERANCE.


Ooh... I hear you say, "she's going to start preaching the Ghandi principle of non-violence and tolerance..yawn.." Wrong!

Tolerance...is good. Lack thereof, is not as negative as you may deduce (we give the word "lack" too little credit, it can be used to describe so many positive things)

To tolerate something or someone is to say "live and let live" and that is exactly what it is, not to be confused with Acceptance. Whole other show.


What Inspires Me....



I am inspired by life, I am inspired by people who love life. I am inspired by moments which makes life all the more sweeter. Creativity inspires me, my spirituality and creation inspires me.

Nature, in all it's wondrous glory, inspires me. The smell of the earth just after the rain, the colour of the sky when dusk is about to set in. The glow of the dew drops clinging to the blades of grass when a new day arrives. The way the fresh sea breeze tingles down my spine. The sound of the waves crashing against the rocks the way the surf meets the shore and retracts into the deep blue unknown.

People from various walks of life who I come across on a day-to-day basis inspire me to live. They inspire me to explore different avenues in life. They encourage me to change my thinking and step out of my comfort zone. Explore life. Love inspires me.

The love of my mother,strong,regal, unconditional. The love of my friends,their inner beauty, supportive & encouraging. The love of my partner, all encompassing and awe inspiring.

I am inspired by life, love and beauty.

Monday, June 13, 2011

Hello... is it me you're double-clicking for?

‎​"There is a beauty about a woman whose confidence comes from experiences; who knows she can fall, pick herself up, and move on."

Hellooo...is this thing on?

Well, I am officially back from my involuntary sabbatical from what I love doing, (who DOES that, right??) I feel free...almost child-like, oh who am I kidding, completely child-like. Completely caught up in this dark labyrinth we call life, ok, that was bordering dramatic but I'm sure you can identify with that feeling of utter "I-Dont-Know-Where-The-Fuck-I-Am-ness" of your mid twenties. Utterly mortifying I tell you but at the same time bliss dressed up in hedonistic garb.

Some of us have a sport which we absolutely loved and no less excelled in at school, but by the time you get to your last year of high school, puberty, teen angst,future plans have got you so tightly within their sticky fingered grip that you forgot all about that little passion. Which might have become a bigger passion, had you honed it. It takes kahunas to hone. I plan to cultivate and grow a pair.

It's been nearly three years since my last post and my have things changed. Not only in my life, but in the world. America now has a black President, my childhood hero and supreme teacher of the crotch grab toe stand move has passed on to that big amusement ranch in the sky (RIP MJ) and social media has advanced so rapidly, that we almost ALWAYS know exactly what's happening, while it's happening. Everything has become streaming thanks to my little blue feathered friend I like to call Twitter and news, events,disasters,tragedies spread faster than you can say "viral".

It's amazing really, and it's absolutely everything which we, Generation Y, could ever want out of life. Everything needs to be quick and fast. Instant gratification, our cars, our food,our women, our internet connection. It's almost unheard of to say to someone, "Slow down", you're most likely to be laughed at and told to get out of the way as you're in their Wi-Fi area.

In stark contrast to all these new ideals of being 'well-connected', part of the nu-wave social media culture and all the other jargon regurgitated by those in the know, I have undergone some changes too. I had a look at my previous posts and cringed all shades of beetroot when I read some of the *ahem* "content", but I decided not to delete it, because those experiences, those words and those tequila-tinged adventures, are what ultimately makes me who I am. Authentically me.

Life as I know it now is calmer, but not subdued. Relaxed, without being comatose and way, way, WAY more opinionated. So kick back and take this new adventure with me, I'd love to hear your thoughts (yeah, I'm more thoughtful now too, Noddy badge!)

More to come!