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Published April 11th, 2012
Yesterday was pissy!
That’s my Miss Priss way of saying yesterday was an f&^*ing disaster of a day.
It was a build up from the emotional weekend that merged with the beginning of a month and reminded me of the crap financial potential of April as a business owner. There’s the thing that tips you over the edge and with that, life sucks!
So yesterday I had myself a full on ‘life sucks’ day and tried my best to be all positive, spiritual, self helpy on myself … and all the usual things that I do to ‘project me’ the hell of myself and come out the other end a happy, shiny example of thinking positive.
Sadly, I didn’t want to self helpy … I wanted my head to shut the F%^* up!!
I didn’t want so solution myself to death or sit down and meditate, light soothing incense, soak in a bath and talk to the goddess within or around me … I seriously didn’t give a f£%£!!!
Nope, that didn’t mean a fibre of my being was giving up on my dreams or my happiness. I wasn’t having an emotional meltdown and I didn’t have to re-adjust me life in any way. I just had to realise that just because I think I’m fabulous, work my ass off, pray/talk to the gods every day and know exactly where I want to be in my life, that its not going to be f&%%ing tough to get there.
FUCK the self help books!!!
Wow … now that feels so good for a Miss Priss like me who thinks I’m going to offend a follower or lose a reader because I have days where I just don’t give a fuck! Most of all, my anger was vented at all the hours of self help I’ve explored and lived in my life. I was so pissed off that it basically says that if you do what you love then the money will flow like a river … it doesn’t!!!!!
Self help is so ‘read between the lines’ … So what you make of it … so individual that you can’t repeat someone else’s formula … so not he quick fix and so doesn’t have the answers to what happens when you wake up and you just don’t care … but still know that no part of you wants to give up or even knows how to give up!
Then two dear friends each shared to important things with me … and lucky for the Miss Priss in me … they both have the word FUCK in them!!!
Now there was a blogging quandary right there … me, Miss Priss, the girl who doesn’t swear in public. The girl who tried to add the F word to my still unfinished novel and then did a ‘find and replace’ for the word … the girl who seriously says ‘F’ when it needs to be said. But there they were, the two messages that made the first dent in fixing my spirits …
Did you know there’s a self help book called Fuck it … ?
Indeed there is and I think it will be the last self help book I ever read in my life!!!
Did you know there’s a song called I just wanna fucking dance …?
Yes there is … and it goes a little something like this …
I’m tired of laughing and I’m tired of crying,
I’m tired of failing and I’m tired of all this trying,
I wanna do some living
Cause I’ve done enough dying
I just wanna dance
I just wanna fucking dance
Bottom line … It feels so good to just say it, feel it … and not give a damn what anyone else is gonna think or say! Um … yes, that lesson took me 38 years and 830 blog posts to realise!!!!!
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published April 10th, 2012
Don’t bother saying, “bless you!” until I’ve finished sneezing. That could be anything between 2 and 15 sneezes in a row … and I’m having a horrid time.
Everyone around me seems to be dealing with the change of season pretty well, by me, I’ve totally fallen over. I even wake myself sneezing and because I also wake up usually needing to go to the little girl’s room … it’s not the best idea to wake up with a sneeze.
When I put my back out, the doc gave me morphine and told me that should take the pain away and knock me out for a while, well he may as well have given me smarties because they didn’t touch sides. But if you give me an anti histamine I’ll be a zombie for about 29.5 hours. With that option out for the day, I literally have to chase after my runny nose, say “no” to ever second person who asks if I’m sick, deal with the washed out and red nose look and grin and bare/bear it!
On the upside … I’m a big lover of winter and can’t wait for the soup on the stove, cuddles with kitties and my man … my warm jimmy jams and puffy Tiger slippers 
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published April 9th, 2012
Nothing like a day of board games and make your own pizza with awesome friends before heading into another week of mystery and facing them fears!
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published April 7th, 2012
The passover table will forever be incomplete without my dad, but something else will be missing too … whatever he did had a creative flair that would bring any table to life and that’s all I wanted to do for my family over this Jewish holiday. So, I took what my dad taught me and I hope I used it well creating a coconut face that bought a giggle to the kids … and hopefully a small reminder of the legacy my dad left behind for us to always bring to the table.
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published April 6th, 2012
I’ve settled nicely into giving myself breaks from blogging and capturing a moment in time on those days, and I’m looking forward to doing that until the long weekend is over on Monday again. It’s not that these days won’t be without words, but rather, that I’ve learned how important it is for me to capture moments that speak for themselves while I play around with the words.
There are going to be a lot of words and most probably a few tears too, as all of the festivals seem to collide into the same weekend for the first time in ages. Easter meets Passover meets full moon … meets my dad’s birthday. Wow, I think it’s going to be one hell of a weekend.
It starts tonight with Passover, which, in my Pagan ways I don’t really practice but it’s in my family blood. There’s something about my family that always gets me a little excited about the Jewish holidays, even though I might skim over a lot of stuff. It does call up the heart breaking bit about missing my dad that extra amount this time of year.
It was my folks anniversary a few days ago and dad’s birthday on Sunday. How’s that for crazy timing considering it’s my first Easter Sunday with my non Jewish man … so the easter egg hunt will be on. Amazingly enough you are going to meet the real kid in me. You see, Pat’s not that religious and he’s not missing anything by glazing over finding Easter eggs, but I’m pretending that he’s done it his whole life and would hate to miss out on it.
Honestly, I’m just wanting to keep things as light and fun as possible, because I know that everyone in the family is a little heart sore along the way!
But that’s about everyone else.
This is about me … in the midst of it all, I’m the person who believes that all of these festivals were merged into one and that Passover and the Easter celebrations all stemmed from the pagan festival that celebrated spring and the beginning of the fertile season and the harvest. I’ve been really slack in hosting the festivals with my friends, but they are still very close to my heart and get my acknowledgement. One thing that never passes me by is the Full and New moon and my moments that I take with myself on those very important days. On top of it all, tonight is full moon too. So after the big family dinner for Pesach, I’ll come home and still do my moonlight bath.
Um … that’s a lot of religion/tradition/emotion for one weekend!
In the Jewish book that read about Passover tonight, called the Haggadah, we ask the question, “why is this night different from all other nights?” That’s the questions I’m going to be focusing on tonight … with a whole lot of positivity!
While, for me, both Easter and Passover talk a lot about loss and suffering … I don’t really have that in my vocab. Even though I sit with a whole lot of reason to relate to loss, a less that I truly have lived by is that although loss might not be a choice, suffering is. That’s why I hope I get a seat where I can stare out into the moon, reminding me of all I am and can be, and the stars to remind me of my dad and how far he taught me I can reach.
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published April 5th, 2012
Every day I wake up and wish that I could change the story I share with you to one that’s a whole lot less financial stressful and emotionally trying because of the pressure that money issues always put on our lives. Yes, there are glimmers of income and we are sitting on so many exciting opportunities, that I know the stories are going to come soon, but in the midst of it, I could so easily fall back into the trap of sounding like a broken record and throwing in the blogging towel.
That’s the only throwing in that might … very slightly … have been up for option. There’s no part of me that nearly close to giving up the fight for my dreams or my business.
A few days ago I had a very big realisation about my blogging and how much I miss the part of me that shares the life’s lessons more than rambles on about the same old, same old events and trials of the day. That epiphany then sparked off another thought that took me to yet another huge change in my attitude towards my life and my dreams.
Greggie and I were chatting about my place in the Social Media community and what I set out to achieve in the world compared to where I am today. I’ve been thinking a lot about that lately and the word ‘thought leader’ has been the one thing that has been weighing on my mind most of all. Yes, I know I’m that, but I think the lines got very blurred about how I got to be that thought leader and find my place in the social media space.
I have to reflect back a few years because I get to my epiphany …
Greggie and I are great fans of Mike Dooley, who started Notes from the Universe. If you aren’t receiving a daily message in your inbox, then I’d change that fast, but in a nutshell, ‘The Universe’ a message every day, that keeps you focused, aware and conscious. When Mike was in South Africa, there was no way we were missing out on him and his seminar was amazing. I’ve learned that there’s always usually ONE thing that stands out and sticks with you forever and on that day Mike spoke about purely focusing on ‘happiness’.
Happiness means something different to everyone and sometimes we don’t even know what happiness means to us. We get fixated on plotting out our goals and making sure that we are following our dreams. All of those things are so effected by everyday life and things totally beyond our control. If we just focus on being happy and knowing that the road might be bumpy to get there, but we wouldn’t be doing anything else that could make us that happy, then everything seems so worth it.
Back to today …
What makes me happy? Teaching … sharing … inspiring … supporting … but mostly, giving people the opportunity to find what they can offer to the world that nobody else can. That’s all I do for myself, every day of my life and that’s how I became who I am in the social media space. Yes, the journey has been amazing and I’m now showing others how to find their uniqueness in their social media space … coz that’s what Lifeology does, but that’s not what made me who I am today.
Focusing on happy made me who I am today. Having faith in waking up and distinguishing between my fears and my happiness has kept me going when things have been the lowest of low. Sharing my ‘project me’ story, that in essence, is all about being conscious of ‘happy’ … that’s what people know me for. That’s what makes me a social influence. That’s where I set my compass when I was a little girl …
That’s my happy!
From as far back as I can remember, when all my friends where on their BMX’s and playing with dolls, my dolls were lined up in a row and I was telling them stories. Not reading them stories, telling them stories. I was teaching them life’s lessons … and I was happy. I hated school, but loved my school projects because I could do anything if I was just allowed to tell a story my way. That’s been the common thread through it all. The compass is set to happy as long as I’m showing just one person in the world that they have their ‘happy’ too … and all they have to do is set their compass.
You don’t even have to know what will make you happy, just know that what you want and deserve … happiness! Then know the difference between fighting on because nothing else will make you happy, even when the moment is sucky and you don’t feel like you feel happy at all. If you’re heart is set to ‘happy’ … you’ll know!
Trust me … you’ll know!
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published April 4th, 2012
David James Has been in the entertainment business since… He can’t remember when. He has worked in TV, film and on stage. He cut his teeth in children’s theatre and lost his hair on Isidingo. His most memorable productions include. Aladdin, The Secret Garden, Tower Klip, FANGS!, My Fair Lady, Where the Soul Resides, Biko and The Rivonia Trial for stage. Isidingo, Binnelanders and The Wild are his TV experiences locally with Kidnap and Randsom for ITV and Strike Back under international television roles with his most recent TV appearance on Rhythm City currently. Film credits include the Oscar nominated DISTRICT 9, Eternity, Angel Of the Skies, Mad Dogs III, Layla, Winnie and the recently released Ordinary People.
Ordinary People tells the story of the life and ministry of Angus Buchan who has become a world-wide phenomenon. Through his Mighty Men Conferences and by a philosophy of simply believing God’s Word, he has directly impacted the lives of hundreds of thousands of people.
This film – Ordinary People – gives a dramatic insight into the impact his ministry had on several people’s lives. The movie will be release nationwide tomorrow, 5th April and I wish everyone involved the best of luck in the success of this powerful story.
David tells his project me story:
What is your definition of happiness?
Doing what I love , loving what I do , and being able to look in the mirror and still like myself
If you could have everyone say one thing to themselves every day, what would it be?
“ I love myself ,I approve of myself , I accept life’s processes, with all its opportunities
We all have that moment when we need someone to believe in us. Who is that person for you and why?
The Doyenne of Musical Theatre in South Africa – Joan Brickhill . I am one of so many that she did /does believe in and that gives us wings to fly!
What quality do you believe we can never be taught because it is our birth right?
Integrity , unconditional love, respect and the will to live
Describe the moment when you realised that you could achieve anything?
Oooooh way too long a story …. I would have to tell it
How do you deal with the fears that could potentially hold you back?
Like so many of us I sometimes give in to them … sometimes I’m strong enough to shut my eyes and just push through believing and focusing on my quote above ( it becomes a mantra) … and sometimes I sit on my friend Carlynn’s couch and work through the negative “ego” and dispel the “famous 3”…DENY DEFEND DISCOUNT… and then jump off the couch, have a Vodka and go chase that dream
What have you always dreamed of being or doing and have you reached that dream?
Exactly what I’m doing now!
When life gets in the way, what do you always remind yourself of?
As long as I’m giving my best … forget the rest
We all have something unique to offer the world, what is yours?
Aha … still figuring that one out!!!
What do you believe we have lost sight of in the world as a whole?
Selfless love … we are so consumed with consuming .having .wanting, using. “I love…” is so much more than two little words
Listen to Angela Ludek interview David on Sunday morning on Radio 2000 about his project me story.
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published April 3rd, 2012
I’m drinking coffee … with sugar!
That’s a good indication of the space I’m in. Well, maybe it’s not the wisest idea to drive the hysterical rush of emotion and realisation with coffee, but I keep a sugar free and pretty healthy house, so when the wheels fall off, I realise the errors of my way. Nothing unhealthy here but sugar … and coffee.
Why the hysteria? Why the chaos?
Well, I’ve had a very interesting realisation or two in the last few hours and it’s gonna take some processing. Firstly, for the first time in ages, I’m thrilled to be blogging. That’s one of the huge epiphanies!
When I started the blog I had other teaching outlets and my blogging space wasn’t meant for that. It’s something that I’ve managed to do for well over 800 days, but today something happened … and I think it changed my blogging space … maybe forever. There’s something about having moments of consciousness that I’ve always wanted to share with the world and in a moment of absolute chaos today, all I wanted to do was get home and blog my thoughts, my lessons and my moment of consciousness:
I’ve woken up jittery over the past few days, battled to blog over the past few weeks and not been able to see my bravery or awesomeness through the noise of fear and chaos in my head. I’m very good at reminding myself that I have the ability to operating in pure face and I have glimmers of slipping into that space of faith, before heading back into the drama of life.
I had one of those days today, where the day was filled with opportunity, yet I was literally so nervous that I wanted to curl away and face everything another day. A great distraction came when Greggie needed to fetch his car from a service and I thought that would be a great way to waste time. The other side of me, the faithless side, hates driving that route when there’s lots of traffic and I wanted to fetch Pat first so he could do the driving. He was out …
It was supposed to be easy enough.
Then the traffic light turned red and Greggie was a whole lot of car ahead of me. I could see him on the corner, but the second traffic light caught me and at the T junction I was lost.
Panic!!
Luckily Pat’s GPS was in the car, so I grabbed it (couldn’t find the bracket, of course) and found ‘home’. Sadly I had already taken the wrong road and I had no idea where the hell I was. The GPS told me to keep right and I, holding it in my hand because the clip was nowhere to be seen, I got too flustered to move lanes and missed the turn AGAIN!
Greggie called and I didn’t have time to talk because I was hysterical, but chatted for long enough for him to tell me that I was on the right road. Never mind the fact that I was holding GPS in my hand and at the top of the screen I could see that it was taking me home.
All of a sudden I had no choice but to calm down and trust the process. Um … isn’t that the fundamental life message?
I had a guiding light in my hands, knew that it would take me to where I needed to go and even if I took the wrong turn, it would still find my home. It would make any road the right the road, even if it meant going the long way round, but all I had to do was calm down, have faith and trust the process.
Wow, for someone so connected to myself, to Goddess, to the consciousness of the power of faith, I sure don’t have the ‘calm’ to trust t process. That’s the issue. I have faith, but I’m not calm in the space of having faith. I doubt the very signs that guide me. I doubt my ability to look around and see what I know (as Greggie pointed out, I’ve driven that route with him dozens of times).
I’m on a road. It’s the right one. It might not lead me directly to where I want to go because of the choices I’ve made along the way, but it’s taking me home.
That’s the trickiest part of all … the part where you first have to know where home is. That’s where your dreams lie waiting for you to find them. That’s where the pot of gold is at the end of the rainbow. I’m fortunate enough to know where my ‘home’ is … and maybe I should share the story of how I got to know what … Tomorrow!
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published April 2nd, 2012
I'm a blog post behind, a few days of work behind ... but do have a happy helper who is either gonna keep me smiling or eat my to do list! I'd call that a win-win situation
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
