Nkosi’s Haven dry food drive – project me day 698

Nov - 30 2011 | no comments | By

The little boy with the big legacy - Nkosi Johnson

There is an assumption that Nkosi’s Haven is a very well supported NGO and we have slowly come to realise that this amazing boy’s dream is in need of support.

The haven have now turned to social media to create awareness and generate funding, but in the meantime, some amazing #FollowSA peeps have offered to assist with a dry food drive in preparation for the festive season.

Indulgence Coffee Cafe is renowned for their amazing food, hospitality and gorgeous settings, and have opened the restaurant to us on Saturday morning as the drop off point for the food drive.

Join us for a freshly baked large muffin and cappa/tea at R25 when you drop off your donation of dry goods (tins, rice, pasta, mealie meal, beans … )

Thank you to so many amazing Twits who encourage #FollowSA to make this drive happen.

If you cannot make the drive and wish to donate dry goods the please email me DM @jodenecoza and we will make a meeting point!

Where: Indulgence Coffee Cafe
225 Beyers Naude Drive, Northcliff

When: Saturday 3 December 2011
9:30 am to 11am

Please RSVP here

With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
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Hug yourself – project me day 697

Nov - 30 2011 | no comments | By

That’s all I’ve wanted to do all day!

It’s a whirlwind of a day and this is still yesterday’s blog. Later today I’m going to share the experience of the amazing #followsa #downdown2011 event, but right now I’m catching my breath  … okay, that’a a lie! I’m catching up on Tweets, phone calls of thanks and requests for more #followsa events and … and … and

For the first time in ages, there hasn’t been that sinking feeling that happens after the build up to a event. That’s because nothing seems final or done and I feel as though my path is slowly being paved for me just by being in the moment of all that #FollowSA means to me and everyone else around me.

I have come to realise that my priority is to get the ‘what is #FollowSA?’ document out there at that recording every moment from this second on is vital for the history of this booming hashtag nad concept … yet right now … all I want to do is hug myself.

I want to stop in the moment and not revel in the excitement of the flowing Twitter timeline. I don’t want to even daydream about the events that are going to be logged into a public Google map from this moment on … I just want to stop!

In the midst of it all, I want to spend a moment with me and acknowledge that I set out to do something and I’m doing it. That I said to myself I would live my project me for the world to see and I’m doing that. That I knew there would be obstacle to overcome and I’m overcoming them.

I just want to take a moment to be proud of me and give back to me what I give to so many people when I am proud of them … a hug!

With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
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Little sis’s Fairlady bride wish – project me day 696

Nov - 28 2011 | 3 comments | By

I’m Libra! I know love stories when I see them! I’ve been a sucker for them my whole life!

From day one I saw love written all over the fairy tale that would end in marriage and the promise of happily every after. It was a joy to spend some time living with my little sis and her loving husband and it paved the way to my knowing that I was surrounded by genuine love when I met Pat.

That’s why nothing would make me happier than to see my little sis win the Fairlady bride award. That’s where you come in. I would love you to take a moment to ready Geordie and Matthew’s love story, then all you have to do is ‘Like’ the page for Facebook and if you are feeling super generous, a comment would be awesome.

Because dreams do come true …

With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
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Valuable lesson, tough teacher – project me day 695

Nov - 27 2011 | no comments | By

Don’t justify!
Don’t defend yourself!
Don’t let anyone make you doubt yourself!
Don’t retaliate!
Don’t give them the satisfactions!
Don’t forget just how hard you have worked to earn your place in the world … or in the social media sphere!

Wow, that a tough and emotional weekend.
On the real and energy worth investing side of life, Greggie’s dad is very ill and I’m so proud of my friend for being so strong and telling himself such harsh truths about his dad’s illness and time. It’s always hanging over my heart and I can feel a little weariness as it brings back so many memories of the passing days I spent watching my dad slowly prepare to leave this life. Illness truly is one hell of a teacher and it’s tougher when it gets to the point that doctors say enough is enough.
I remember that day. I remember the realisation that all I could do was lie next to my dad and wait. It taught me about life and death all at the same time and although I tell Greggie that these moments will be life changing and the he is learning so many amazing lessons about himself and his ability to love and to lose, the reality still remains, that the teacher … death … isn’t one we truly want to meet.

And then in the far corner, tampering with my emotions, stirring up self doubt and taking me out of integrity, is a teacher that I am only beginning to meet. The teacher who comes in the form of individuals who choose the Twitter Timeline and my hard work to attempt to discredit. I’ve experienced the odd cynical Tweet, but nothing like this. Nothing like the teacher who unexpectedly states that I am neither a social influencer or a social media strategist. The person who publicly announced that he is amused that I am self proclaimed. Another Tweeter, who seemed to like the banter and has less than 100 followers decided to congratulate this individual and state that I am a fraud.

Devastated! That is how I describe my moments as I tried to defend myself online.

And then another valuable teacher stepped in. She calls herself ego.

After this person Tweeted that people shouldn’t be proud of themselves when they have bought their followers, I felt my ego step in and protect the person she loves the most … me!

I watched myself make silly choices. Contact people to support me … foolishly. Respond when I should have been silent and defend myself when I have no need to at all.

I felt the backlash when friends let me down, nastiness splattered all over my Timeline and accusations about me flared. Ego had no other way to teach my the lessons I have so invaluably learned in less than 24 hours. She had to show me what happens when I get shaken by other’s accusations or stories. She had to show me what comes along with success and recognition and she had to teach me the wrong and right way of handling it, because it is the first of many … I suspect.

The friends who launched in to support me where amazing. The Tweets, even though I provoked my friends to do it, spoke of love and respect for me. Greggie was supporting me from a distance and Pat was right by my side reminding me of who I am and how far I have come …

But then another teacher stepped in. ‘The toughest teacher or all … acceptance. I felt her comfort the ego and step into the limelight as she reminded me that I have no control of what other people think, say or feel about me. I do, however, have to accept that there are many people in this world and each one with think, say and feel something different.

“Accept each person’s opinion,” she said “but value only your own!”
A valuable lesson, not a pleasant experience at all, but one that has changed my way forward as embrace my journey.

I would like to thank each person who has invited me into their space and called me ‘social influencer’. I am honoured by every meeting, strategy session, workshop and client who has called upon me as a ‘social media strategist’. I am blessed by every follower who has chosen me to be in their Timeline. For without you all, yesterday would have ended with a very different story.

With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
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I live for little moments like that – project me day 694

Nov - 26 2011 | 2 comments | By

I’m sure we all relate songs to our happy, sad, crazy, broken heart, mended heart and moments of love and this is one I have wanted to share with you for a good few months now.
Before I met Pat I had to do a lot of work on figuring out that there would be someone out there who would love me for who I am. That might seem easy but I’m not actually a walk in the park. Most of it is because I’m a total oddball … ask around, it’s true.

Believe it or not, that was my worst quality about myself and it took ages to give myself permission to enjoy the quirkiness of my nature and … well … pretty much everything this perfect song depicts about me.

Whenever I hear it I think of Pat’s love for me and the times he’s had to direct me because I’m lost, jump in to save the food, wipe away a tear and the countless other reasons why he loves me and made me realise there’s nothing to change and everything to embrace.

Well I’ll never forget the first time that I heard
That pretty mouth say that dirty word
And I can’t even remember now what she backed my truck into

But she covered her mouth and her face got red
And she just looked so darn cute
That I couldn’t even act like I was mad
Yeah I live for little moments like that

Well that’s just like last year on my birthday
She lost all track of time and burnt the cake
And every smoke detector in the house was goin’ off
And she was just about to cry until I took her in my arms
And I tried not to let her see me laugh
Yeah I live for little moments like that

I know she’s not perfect but she tries so hard for me
And I thank god that she isn’t ’cause how boring would that be
It’s the little imperfections it’s the sudden change in plans
When she misreads the directions and we’re lost but holdin’ hands
Yeah I live for little moments like that

When she’s layin’ on my shoulder on the sofa in the dark
And about the time she falls asleep so does my right arm
And I want so bad to move it ’cause it’s tinglin’ and it’s numb
But she looks so much like and angel that I don’t wanna wake her up
Yeah I live for little moments
When she steals my heart again and doesn’t even know it
Yeah I live for little moments like that

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