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Published April 21st, 2011
So, how do you like the look?
Yes, there are a lot of looks in that one loaded sentence.
There’s the new design and layout that has been implemented because advertising is officially a reality.
There’s the ‘um’ of red hair that is still out with the jury and then there’s the look of the gorgeous handbags that I’m hanging onto with the fresh new owners of 6 on Thirteenth.
That’s a lot of ‘new’ and I get the feeling that it’s only the beginning. I can feel something within me that is slowly growing into more of the ‘in your face’ individual that I was born to be.
That’s why there has been such a burst of fiery red that has changed the look of the blog. As I said, I’m not so sure that the ‘Bree’ red suits without reverting back to some quirky ‘Desperate Housewives’ drama that I worked so hard at dropping. This new look me has more to do with putting myself out into the world and being noticed. Yes, yes … if you have been following this blog for long I fully entitle you to roll your eyes at the fact that I was crying not so long ago and wondering how the hell I was going to do what is now coming so naturally to me.
Take last night’s function at 6 on Thirteenth for instance. The dynamic duo of mother and son, Matt and Bev Counihan launched their Kathy van Zeeland handbag business and there I was, invited as a blogger and introduced to people as a speaker. No mess, no fuss … just a girl doing her thing and making her way in the world.
I say it again, as I do so often on this special space that I have created: Tell yourself the truth, make it all about you and if it’s still your dream … fight on and never give up. It might be a slightly premature statement when my ego takes a peak at it, but from where I’m standing (in my project me shoes) it’s freaking awesome.
All of a sudden I am realising that hanging onto the believe in myself has sparked the most unbelievable belief in me by others. In a meeting today we were discussing how there is nothing new under the sun. That is true, but in the same breath there is no one as unique as me either.
The new look goes beyond Project Me and I am humbled to call Greg Arthur my business partner (I’ve boasted more than enough about the incredible friendship). Just this week I have watched our business speak for itself through the sheer magnificence of his presence, confidence in each other and our brands and ability to spark up new ideas in the midst of chaos.
It’s the long easter weekend and there are moments of works and scatterings or rest, which never seems to come at a good time for a business owner. I’m not taking away from the religious aspect or the fact that people in business sectors might truly revel in this time off, but it really has come when things are tapering on the edge of booming and business meetings are lining up by the dozen. So while everyone lays low and takes in the holiday time, I’m working on my new look … a look as carefully crafted and uniquely manufactured as the very handbags on the shoulders of the friends I welcome into the world of entrepreneurship … hold onto your handbags, it’s one hell of a ride.
A very special thank you goes out to my sponsor, Bruce Young for all the changes and the awesome design of my blog.
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published April 20th, 2011One of the toughest things that Lifeology tries to teach is what chemistry is. Not the scientific mixing of metals but the unexplained connection between individuals. I’m thinking of doing a blog about it for Organic O but this post isn’t about the lesson on chemistry. It’s about some of the moments of chemistry that I’m experiencing right now.
It goes way beyond the knowing of two lovers. It happens with everything and always at the right moment. I think that this week I have felt the chemistry between myself and … a building, an idea, a business opportunity, a city centre, a pair of shoes … and a man.
And when I was younger I think I experienced the unexplained chemistry of an eternal bond for the first time when I heard this song.
I must have been to young to even understand the meanings of the words. I don’t think I grasped the concept of the power of musics. I certainly didn’t know that as a woman, many, many years later, that I would be able to reflect back along my life and find that this song was always appropriate at some point. No matter how my life may have changed, this chemistry has never wavered. This unexplained chemistry between a song and a girl.
Now lets hope the world doesn’t ask me to explain the chemistry between myself and a certain, soon to be launched, hotel I am about to have a very beautiful romance with 
Oooohhh …
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published April 19th, 2011
There is something that I am trying to figure out about my way of thinking that might be a little too unconscious at the moment. Yes, I do things like this and don’t think I can ever be faulted for thinking too much … except about the distracting things like money, which road to choose and boys. The other thinking is what creates on of Lifeology‘s greatest lessons in the mix of courage, consciousness and a sense of humour … that thing called consciousness. The silent observer of the self.
I don’t know where I would be without it because the past couple of days have been a fine line between the cup half full and the cup half empty. The only deciding factor is the consciousness to choose and I chose for it to be full. Since Sunday I have been chatting to a not-so-stranger who responded to a tweet where I was saying how very sad the word ‘settle’ is. He double checked that I meant ‘settle for’ and I agreed. Long story short … he thinks I have a refreshing attitude towards life. On some days I need those reassurances from a not-so-stranger and on other days I figure that out all by myself.
Yesterday was genuine swing between highs and lows that had that half cup swishing around like it was on the rough open seas. Extraordinary business opportunities battered around by extreme financial pressure. Unexplainable moments of creative genius smacked around by the realities of time frames.
It was the first night of the Jewish festival of passover … and this pagan girl loves the traditions but battles through the service that keeps repeating how people were slain by the mighty God. I never question what anyone believes but I just choose to believe different and expect that no one questions what I believe either.
My poor mom is horribly sick with flu, yet at the same time we were all waiting in anticipation for her cooking.
My family is magical at times like this, yet there is always the hovering of a little sibling rivalry.
The room is full with love and laughter yet it feels completely empty without the bellowing voice of my father.
And then little boys arrive with face painting pens and I remember why we are on this rocky ocean of life in the first place. A sedar table turned into human canvasses where everyone turned into giggling children as we were scribbled on with a unique picture from each precious little twin. Not bad drawing for a 5 year old … or is that just a super proud aunty?
I could say my day was crappy, but I could also say it was one of the most inspiring days I have had in years. I could look at the mess that a little boy created all over my skin or I could say that I was painted with a masterpiece.
I don’t believe that life ever goes without trials and tribulations. I don’t believe that we will ever have the power to protect ourselves from hurt or pain. I don’t believe that we will ever hit a plateau of happiness.
But I do believe that we will always have the power to colour it beautiful …
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published April 18th, 2011
Today is a busy one so I seriously have to blog and be done by the time this first cup of tea is still hot. That’s one hell of a challenge … I usually only get my blogging cap on after about cup number 3.
I get the feeling this week is going to be an interesting one and I think that a lot of it has to do with the turn around from my attitude this weekend to the way I woke up feeling this morning.
The anticipation is always worse than the actual moment and waking up wasn’t nearly as daunting as I thought it would be. It seems that this week I have to do some things differently. I can’t pinpoint all of them and I am not ready to face some of them, but something is changing as fast as the weather. According to the Pagan energies that work with the changing of the seasons, we are now in a time of harvesting everything we need for a time that we go within ourselves and discover more of who we are to begin blossoming again in the summer. Whether we are aware of it or not, these times come and go in our lives.
I am aware of these times and like to best equip myself through the winter months of self reflection with things like Tigger slippers, warm jimmy jams, roasted tomato soup and chilli hot chocolate. It doesn’t mean that this internal time has to be spent alone and I love nothing more than surprising friends with warm meals. I’m one of those people who loves cooking while everyone is gathered around. I never have a recipe in sight and am only now learning to allow others to give their taste input. Somewhere along the line I have chilled out in the kitchen … and trust me, it’s a major chill out. I used to only allow people to watch but would half throw them out if they interfered. Wait, I do recall a time when Greggie had to finish making his own breakfast because he told me when to stop grating the cheese. LOL … I love reflecting back on how far this personality has come.
That was the joy of yesterday and the thing that pulled me through a day of frustration. It seemed that every corner I turned people were making their own choices (which they are entitled to) and then not appreciating the choice I made because of the choice they made. It truly is that simple … you are free to choose to do anything, but then allow me to make a choice from the choice you made and don’t expect me to do anything but what I want to do.
The more frustrated the greater my friends are treated. Hence the three course meal of soup, pasta and my secret chilli hot chocolate. Okay, so it’s not so secret but holy moly is it delicious.
I know it all sounds a bit vague, but I really am figuring things out. It seems as though Cape Town won’t be happening. sponsors are on my page of refining, friends choices are being assessed and so are men’s.
On the other hand … there is a very exciting meeting today. I had an unexpected exciting call last night and a very unexpected and potentially exciting email this morning.
Oh, and it’s the Jewish festival of Passover tonight. I love the family time and Hustler Girl is coming to dinner with her Ponkie. I don’t do any of the Matzos eating but I do love these moment where tradition brings everyone together. That’s kind of like the next Pagan festival I have planned
Okay … tea is too cold to drink so it’s time to start the day!
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published April 17th, 2011
It’s Sunday and winter is heading in so I’m in one of my favourite spaces where I get to cook for my friends … yay! There will be a lot of that and I might even share a few recipes along the way.
There is something magical about winter for me even though I do bitch and moan about the cold quite a bit. Ok … a lot! So Tigger slippers are out, winter jimmy jams are at the front of the cupboard and the extra thick duvet is on the bed.
I’m not the best red wine drinker but I put my big girl panties on for winter and slowly drink my way in … all starting with Friday night ‘s glass and a half and a Saturday of anticipation for cheesy pizza, cheesy movies and the settlling in of winter wine.
Nothing ever goes as planned, even when big announcements are splashed all over Twitter and Facebook. I think my most favoured ‘project me’ moment that I discovered last night is that I don’t handle disappointment as badly as I thought. I was far less dramatic when we realised that the Spaceballs disk was not actually in the box. Well, disk two was there but that has all the makings of the movies and not the movie itself. Sigh … what is a Spaceballs and pizza movie night without Spaceballs. It turns into a search to find Nemo.
There sat 3 grown-ups with pizza, wine and one of the funniest and lesson filled Disney movies of all time.
You are never too old for Disney and certainly never too young to understand the messages of bravery and courage from a little orange fish and a certain Dory.
Between work, men and friends I am battling a little with staying within my own boundaries and putting myself first. These things have a knack for making me question my own choices and reminding myself that the whole point of ‘project me’ is to do only what is good for me and not let anyone shake my foundation of knowing.
I had this very discussion with someone on Twitter last night and although he loved my responses to his curious questions he did tell me that learning to know one’s self if the most daunting of choices. He said he was sure that it was because people were afraid of what they would find and I don’t think we would find anything less than the full potential of who we truly are … if a little blue fish can do it, then why can’t we?
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published April 16th, 2011
It’s been a crazy week and I have moments of trying to distinguish what happened when. And then there is joy of ending it all with the combination of my two favourite things … cooking and teaching .
Greggie always reminds me that life is not a competition, but my family history has kind of ingrained it in me and I’m do a lot of ‘project me’ work that entails putting the blinkers on and doing and being just because I can.
So the over the top dinner wasn’t to top Twinkletoes’ roast chicken or Greggie’s seafood risotto. It was about me … well, me and a student, who has become a friend, who has become a cooking partner. We shall call him Prince. He’s already rescued my once by digging splinters out of my finger and he has the archetypal charm that would put most Disney princes to shame.
So … we planned a menu for about two weeks. Each night that Greggie and I taught archetypes someone else would take their turn to cook. Future students, don’t get attached to the idea … it’s the rarest teaching arrangement we have had to date.
Rare roast fillet drizzled in chilli chocolate sauce has only been savoured by both the Prince and I in restaurants, but it’s good to find someone else who is daring in the kitchen. Greggie always tries new dishes when there is company coming over and most people say they would practice first, but who are you cooking for then? Thanks for that amazing lesson my friend.
As for the teaching, well that gives me indescribable joy!
I’m having one of those limbo days where I feel as though I’m passing the time and waiting for the gods to shout down answers so I don’t have to think for myself. I just thought I should throw that in before I head on out to Greggie … for left overs and to hear him tell me some of the things I teach the world!
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published April 15th, 2011
I haven’t mentioned the healing process of my back in ages and then on days like today I realise that my heart is doing some healing of it’s own. There is something odd about a constant pain that eventually just becomes part of the daily part of life and with my back I have moments of realising that it isn’t normal to feel that way.
It’s doing much better and I am completely mobile without the constant panic that I’m going to snap in half anymore. I haven’t taken anti-inflammatories for a good few months and I take a pain pill a few times a months. That’s freaking fantastic from when it all began 8 months ago.
There is a niggle all the time. When I go to bed and lie down for the first time in a day, my lower back aches and then slowly settled for a good night’s rest. In the morning, I wake up to a very cranky back and there’s no jumping out of bed. I have to turn slowly, stretch slowly and get out of bed with a whole lot of patience. Then it settles into the day and as long as I don’t sit for too long or walk for too long I’m fine. However, I’m in my new home and I have to get into the swimming pool in the gym and strengthen my back … otherwise this pain is never going to leave.
Early this morning, while the back pain was still settling in, my phone rang. I would know that voice anywhere even though we haven’t spoken in well over a year. Before I go any further I need to remind you that you are dealing with a Libran. If that means nothing to you then think hopeless romantic and great believer in the fairytale of love. Despite the fact that my friends might have thought I was nuts and that it never turned out the way I dreamed, I fell in love with someone once. He lives on the ass end of the world (That would be the edge of Canada from where I’m standing) but for months on end we skyped, called and planned being together. At crunch time he thought our plan was a very bad idea and I was mortified.
I haven’t found true love yet. It’s brushed past me and I seem to attract men who really want to but can’t bring themselves to follow through. I used to be flattered when I got a regretful message a few months or years later, but now I don’t want someone who can’t stand true to how they feel. So a phone call with a lot of missing and a whole lot of I will always love you reminds me of that same nagging pain that becomes a part of every day life.
Money is frustrating at the best of times but when the wish is to buy a plane ticket and do what I do best … trust my instincts and jump in with both feet … well, maybe not having money is the safest bet right now … lol! It is how I feel though and it’s always been how I feel when it comes to him. It’s amazing because there is another man … a very special man … who has my attention now. Someone more real, more available, more accessible and a whole lot cheaper to go out on a date to explore the possibilities. The sucky difference is that the I don’t know about the guy here or how he feels if he feels anything at all and I do know about the love that is thousands of miles away.
Great way to start a Friday, right?
Can I tell you a little something about my personality? When I know, I know! I never plan great long futures and I never cast anything in stone, but I do know what I feel and I carry it through. It took longer for my back to heal because I knew I didn’t need an operation. It took a lot of tears and disappointment but I knew that I had a bond with someone and it hasn’t gone anywhere.
Maybe that means I’m not afraid of pain as much as I think I am? Or maybe I know that love and pain are both inevitable but they don’t have to be a part of the same story all of the time? Or maybe I just have a cranky back and a hopeless romantic heart?
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published April 14th, 2011
Hi everyone, today I am here to tell you my “Project Me” story, thanks to my wonderful friend Jodene. She has always been an inspiration to me; I consider this as a great honour to be a part of this wonderful project.
I was in my 5th grade then; suddenly I had difficulty in speaking, I have no memory of how I developed this but all I know is that one day I suddenly stammered when one my of my teacher asked me a question and the whole class started laughing at me. There begins the darkest story of my life. My confidence levels dropped to an all time low and forget about my self esteem. I started cursing myself for being incapable to speak properly. Everybody started making fun of me, friends, relatives…everyone. I made myself to believe that I can never ever talk properly and I was someone born to be laughed upon. My loved ones were actually angry on me, they had no clue how I developed this habit of stammering, I had no clue either. Nobody in my family knew how to go about with it; they just thought I will be alright with time.
As far as studies were concerned I was a bright kid, except for my scary memories of answering to those questions in class and being laughed over by the audience. I never participated in any extra-curricular activities in school that required me to speak. I remained to be an active participant in activities which required only non-verbal communications. This speaking difficulty of mine made me to be a reserved kid; I hesitated to socialize with people, fearing that people will bully me if I talk to them. I had very few friends who chose to make me as their buddy, I was lucky to find such friends among others who chose to neglect me. Years passed by, I was in college, and there was no dearth of people who continued to bully me all along. I used to cry in my room with doors closed asking God, why he made me like this. Believe me, the pain of self pity is the worst ever.
I finished graduation and it was time for me to find a job. Who will give me a job if I am not able to speak properly in the interview? Those days competition was very high and my self esteem lower than North Pole’s temperature. I had to make a decision, a decision to break the shackles and come out. It was a do or die situation for me. My financial support to the family was essential. I met a speech therapist; the consultation went on for an hour. At the end of the session something incredible happened. The doctor slapped me! And said “Damn it, you are perfectly alright, erase the fear and you will be as normal as any other person”. She gave me a lot of exercises to overcome stammering, but more than anything she said, “It’s your confidence that will make you speak – go find it!”
Stuttering or stammering happens when there is lack of coordination between the mind and the vocal muscles. It happens during the process of speech when the thoughts are not expressed as words as the vocal muscles don’t oblige to co-operate. Everybody stammers under pressure, even you would have stammered at least once in life. But the difference is that, people who stammer regularly are victim of low self esteem and constantly fear of being bullied by others if they speak.
Somewhere deep down in my heart I firmly believe that some incidents of my childhood are the strong reason for my lack of confidence. 24 years ago my journey of life began, born in a small family; I was the youngest kid. My childhood was awesome, like many others I was also among the gifted few to be loved over and over. Being the youngest kid in the family is not easy; I don’t know if the older ones reading this post will agree or not, but let me tell you something and I repeat – being the youngest kid is not that easy. I was over protected, always kept under strict supervision of love. A lot was expected of me to fall in line. Too much of love may also play spoil sport at times.
The youngest kid is mostly discouraged to do things, the common excuse being “you are very young to do this”. When my brothers were of my age they were fed with encouragement. The elder ones are naturally made ready to take up responsibilities early in life, which in my view is a blessing. As a younger kid I grew up in fear for anything and everything, my mind was tamed to be dependent on the elders. Believe me, it’s not a good feeling to be dependent and fearing each step in your life. I started doubting myself in anything and everything I did. I didn’t know how to overcome fear, I was helpless.
I practiced the speech therapy exercises day and night, I did all that was possible from my end and the results were amazing. The decision was made to find the lost confidence. This time I was on my own. I started exploring the world, met people, and started speaking to as many as possible, no matter who ever laughed at me I kept going. People will laugh but it’s your perception that matters. I believed fear can be tamed only by facing it and not by running away from it. I got a job, changed jobs and the journey continued. I was improving day by day. All these days I never believed that I can face fear, today I live to face fear head on. One point in time I became a teacher, I started giving lectures to students. I also made an alternate career decision to be a soft skills trainer. The days when I was hesitant to talk to my best buddies were gone; today I never miss an opportunity to make myself heard. I shout the hell out of myself on my blog (Life Story and Me), facebook and twitter.
Stammering was just one symptom of what I went through from inside. Whenever someone stammers the people around laugh, make fun, but this is not the way it should be. I hope you would have seen or at least heard about the recent Oscar blockbuster – The King’s Speech. When I watched the movie, tears dripped down my cheeks, I was living every moment of the movie picturing myself right in there. Nobody stammers willfully and nobody wants it ever to happen.
There were two important life lessons that I have learnt till date. One, the days when I stammered I learned to listen to people, I had no other options then, but believe me listening is one of the best traits of communication. I understood the pain of people who want to be heard. Second, I started to believe in myself, self help is the best help – the moment you doubt your capabilities fear will overpower you. Today it’s a new “Me” I believe that I can chase my dreams, it doesn’t matter what the world thinks about me, what really matters is what I think about myself.
Know yourself and you will win all battles – Sun Tzu
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On a personal note it is an honour for me to introduce you to a very loyal friend who I met through the blogging world. Anto is one of the most passionate souls I have have met in the longest time and his stories of India, his love for marketing and social networking and his eternal journey though life has been a great joy to read.
Thank you for your love and support always my dear friend and my desire for you is that your dreams are fulfilled more with each passing day. Bless you!
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published April 14th, 2011
So the social networking girl who thought that I could hide behind my laptop all day and make a success of it from behind the scenes has found that I don’t mind being thrown out into the world nearly as much I thought I would. In actual fact, I’m staring at blanks spots in my diary and conjuring up ways to plot another meeting or networking opportunity. It’s just another thing that adds to the rush of what seems to be a magnificent life purpose.
That’s why yesterday was one of the most exciting days I have had in ages. No wait, I think I’ve said that every 4th day for the last few weeks. Money is still so tight that it’s ridiculously scary but opportunity seems to be knocking on every door and we just have to keep fighting on and heading out to meeting with lipstick in hand … the lipstick is for me and not for Greg, of course.
Meetings lead to more meetings and those meetings lead to meeting more people and introducing people to people … and I’m loving it.
So the diary is a little fuller and as the opportunities turn to reality I will let you in on all the happenings. In the meantime, I got to have a quick pic snapped in a studio that is going to be a very big part of my Organic O ventures. This curvy girl has been offered a boudoir shoot as part of my campaign to show women of all shapes and sizes that we are sexy no matter what our waist size. It’s easy to stand up in front of a room full of women and say it, but to actually do a sexy boudoir shoot with a little flesh exposed and some more racy pics being taken … well that’s a different ball game.
Thanks to some branding, website changes and marketing plans, I am only scheduled to do the shoot in about 4 weeks but none the less, it’s feather boas, corsets and a … well lets see where the boldness and the incredible creativity of the soon to be announced photographer takes this.
Project me is soon to have advertisers … now that’s a moment I have long been waiting for. Organic O is having it’s branding face lift and I’m checking out some hot venues to do talks around Jozi. Cape Town needs to settle a little and I need to decide if I have the time and energy to get something off the ground remotely. Social networking opportunities have my name written all over it … and … oh, I have a personal life too.
On that note … I’m back to feeling fabulous and have started eating the way I used to when I was thin(er) and happy. It’s simple … fat makes fat. I cut down on (and not out of my life) my fat intake and then I eat what I life. Nothing in my home has a fat % of more than 5 and all those 5′s add up to what is a healthy quantity in the day. Slimlab is still helping me along in the most unbelievable way. I don’t know what I would do if I were trying to juggle all of these balls and still be dealing with constant cravings and night binges.
Boys are all around and the flattery is great … but this girl wants someone who I can call mine for more than a fleeting kiss, flirt or one night stand.
PS … I’m not sure if I’m liking the red in my hair … what do you think? Darker maybe?
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published April 13th, 2011
I love people watching. I think there is a part of us that finds it curious in our own little way and not many can go without admitting that they do a little of it. I’m not sure how many people can say they have days where their people watching is a very personal experience.
I had to wait a few hours for the morning brain to wake up before explaining the curiousness of yesterdays experience with me. I literally spent the day watching myself. It wasn’t planned. I didn’t wake up and say ‘today I shall watch me’. I think it began as a coping mechanism considering I woke up to no electricity, a frantic phone call, a demanding phone call and then had the person I needed to speak to not answer their call.
I have started to notice something about people’s impression of me and it’s been weighing terribly on how I express myself to the world. If I’m not careful it’s going to be detrimental and I’m going to forget how far I have come in ‘project me’. It’s been a long journey of getting to know me and liking every part of my personality and now that I express it, I don’t quite understand why people are getting me so wrong.
Yes, I will always be passionate and expressive in my communication but the world seems to see it as me not coping or being … dramatic. Now there’s a good dramatic and the falling apart bad kind and I’m certain that I fall into the first category. So then why do I get told to ‘calm down’ or ‘keep the faith’. Those are built in mechanisms with me … but what if I’m pulling the wool over my own eyes?
So I watched. I watched the reactions of everyone around me and I watched how I handled a number of stressful and complicated conversations and choices.
I kept calm. I was the one who everyone turned to to hear the facts, hear the truth, make the plans and hold everything together. That’s a strength that I’m proud of, but when the phones goes down from the 8th call to the same people I do throw my hands in the air, flop onto the couch, demand that someone makes me tea and do a brilliant rendition of some 1940 actress … yet inside it’s unwavering.
Well, sort of unwavering … there went the whole day with calm and great confidence until it all fell to pieces in one fleeting moment. Of course it has to do with a boy and I do insert a very big *sigh* here. For months on end The Jock and myself have worked on this friendship after our months of a whole lot of ‘fun’ but with some people chemistry just never goes away. He’s moved on and I’ve made my choice to move on too … you know where this is going right? Well how could you seeing as though I didn’t know until the very last second. Damn, I was doing so well. I set those little boundaries in place and focused on the friendship and I was almost as the home stretch … he was in his car and about to drive away, I was about to close the door … and it happened. The simple peck on the cheek ‘good bye’ kiss turned into a snog. Yep, I watched that too … I did want to clonk myself on the head afterwards and I had a moment of being super pissed off at myself and truly throwing myself on the couch with a dramatic *sigh*, but that eventually passed and I reminded myself that sometimes I’m a girl with far too many rules … but I’m also a girl who only puts those rules into place when I know what I deserve.
So swaying from moments of absolute power to absolute weakness was an interesting ride. I can’t explain what it did, but it did something very profound to be a spectator in my own day. It put so much of me into perspective and I think it’s the first ‘project me’ step in realising that I don’t have to change anything in myself, but I don’t have to explain or defend myself either.
You should try it some time …
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
