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Published February 27th, 2011
Admittedly, I’ve felt crappy for days.
Damn, now I have to explain myself!
There is a line of diabetes in my family, so I really shouldn’t be messing around with how I eat considering I’ve been diagnosed with a pretty high level of something. I don’t know how it all works but I do know that I need to keep my sugar levels as stable as possible.
Everyone always assumes that means cutting out all the carbs and keeping the sugar to almost non existent (including the good ones) and sometimes I get into total idiot space and act like ‘everyone’. No offence to anyone who is reading this and knows they aren’t being kind to their bodies, but the truth first hurts and then sets you straight.
On Tuesday night when Greggie, my mom and myself get together for our little dose of self healing and honesty I am going to have to deal with the consequences of what I’m about to tell you.
Before my sister’s wedding I began to worry that I wouldn’t look great in what I was wearing. I know I said that a few times. The truth is that I did the one thing that I thought was the only thing I could do and cut my carbs right down. I mean right down. The most I would have was an odd bowl of all bran every few days. I had no fruit and I listened to some of the worst advice I have ever been fed. Actually, I’ve been fed it for years and I tapped back into in a total space of fear.
After the wedding I felt great and so I carried on keeping my carbs low. Not completely gone, but I know it’s too low.
Then Hustler Girl and I went on that sugar binge and I was sick almost halfway through my carbo loaded lunch. With each crash I had to fuel myself with more sugar and I have been faint and dizzy since Wednesday.
Yesterday was so bad that I literally had to put myself to bed after a lunch that goes against anything screaming balance.
You know I have voices in my head, so I’m not going to go into explaining myself about that. I am going to explain what the voices were screaming at me about though.
Friends, I love you … but my word, do you mess with my mind and my choices for my own health. I can’t believe how everyone has an opinion and I watch your Facebook status’s saying you were at gym for 2 hours and you are surviving fine on a tomato smoothie. Here I am trying to learn to listen to my own body and it’s screaming for me to eat carbs at every meal. The good carbs of course … but carbs one the less. It’s protein overload all around me and that’s not the wisest thing to do for a body.
At this point my best friend, Greggie, is reading this post and rolling his eyes or mumbling ‘I told you so’ under his breathe, but for some reason I did choose a lifetime of learning things my own way.
Since I was a little girl I never just believed anything that I was told and that has carried on through my whole life. Why would I make it any different when learning how to eat. NOT being told how to eat or following a diet or a plan … but learning for myself what I need to balance my own body.
With the room spinning around me and my blood levels wavering from high to low, the voices reminded me that I know what I’m doing. I know that there is no one under the sun who can tell me what to eat and how to take care of my own body. Shit, that’s a lot of self trust. No one goes inwards at a time like this and the craving to google the perfect diet is haunting me.
I’m not 13! I’m a 37 year old woman who is trying to show the world that we have the power within us to do and be anything. The truth does remain though … I have an erratic sugar issue and I should NOT be messing around with it. The only way to do that is grow the hell up and start listening to myself.
So, you can hear I’m being mean to myself and I’m going to have to take some time to turn that around, but in the meantime I have to stop the light-headedness and the room from spinning. I have to trust in myself to balance my sugars myself and take yet another massive ‘project me’ step.
First things first though … I admitted it! I told you and me the truth … I didn’t want an afternoon nap, I needed it! Desperately!
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
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6 CommentsPublished February 20th, 2011
What fun things totally freak you out?
Is it just me or does anyone out there also hate the camera that’s whipped out at parties?
Does anyone else have the censorship rule with their friends about Facebook or Tweeted pics?
Who else avoids full body shots??
It’s been long awaited and very much anticipated but one day I woke up and I was ready. I was ready to accept the offer of sponsorship by Irvin Sammons Photographie. I can’t believe he’s still been keen to photography me through the year as I get my body fit, firm and fabulous. I’ve been a total nightmare every time he’s whipped the camera out and then turned into a bitch when I’ve seen the shots he’s taken. Unbelievably … I believe in him and he believes in me and so we decided that we can both make this work.
It might seem like a simple and odd sponsorship, but the camera is fast becoming one of the toughest relationships I’ve ever had to build with someone. “Look straight into the camera!” are words I used to literally hide from.
For those of you who haven’t seen what I used to look like in the eye of the camera, I will be posting a pick when I launch the sponsorship. It wasn’t pretty. Let me rephrase that … I didn’t think I was pretty.
Naturally the day was mixed with emotions of excitement, challenge and fear. Irvin was amazing to the build up but I can see that not many understand my love/hate relationship with the camera.
My poor mother gave up being a make-up artist years ago, yet she still does it for me at every important occasion. She is brilliant at what she does and always helps make me feel that one extra bit pretty. Yesterday was no different and she could feel it. It would officially be one of the first times I was consciously having full body shots. I had already decided that, no matter what, I am putting full body shots on my blog when I launch the sponsorship.
Outfit upon outfit were tried on, removed, tried on again. Shuffling from one mirror to the next and learning in then taking a few steps out. If that was how the camera would see me then I would survive. After all, it is the first photo shoot and the whole point is to track my weight loss and shift in esteem as seen through the eyes of the lens.
I’m not the same girl I used to be and I’m not fishing for compliments either. I know my beauty and my sexy self. It’s a simple chaos with me … I can see my poor relationship with food through the lens. Every time I see a pic of me I promise myself a better eating life and then I fall off the rails at the sign of one ounce of fear or need to hide shame. But, something has changed lately. It’s a combination of things, but the fact remains. I have gotten through some of the greatest family, friends, finance and fear issues over the last few weeks and not turned to food once. I felt amazing at my sister’s wedding and it triggered a knowing that I CAN do this.
That’s when I did it! That’s when I made the call and graciously accepted the sponsorship! That’s when I put on my best, coloured up my cheeks, puckered up my lips, curled up my hair and headed to a pretty park to be photographed!
Ironically, it was cloudy and rainy … which only enhanced the beauty of the whole experience!
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published February 15th, 2011
“Love is on the way
On wings of angels
I know it’s true, I feel it coming through
Love is on the way
Time is turning the pages
I don’t know when
But love will find me again
I am not afraid
Of the mystery of tomorrow
I have found the faith deep within
There’s a promise I have made
There’s a dream I’m gonna follw
There’s another chance to begin
And it’s coming as sure as the heavens
I can feel it right here in my heart”
I remember hearing this song for the first time (or truly acknowledging it) after the man I was sure I would marry ended up falling in love with someone else and moving on to marry her. At that time the movie First Wives Club had just come out and I played this song until I had cried every tear I had left inside.
I put men on the shelf and lost myself at the same time after that heartbreak and the returning to me is how ‘project me’ truly started. Interventions of a few good friends at the time helped me see how I had allowed others to give me a reason to self destruct.
I stopped that self destruction a long time ago and have been hopeful of love for a while now. There have been some beautiful men in my life, but none with the hope of lasting.
Of course it’s all going to come flooding back with the combination of my sister’s wedding and Valentines Day within a day of each other. It’s a lot of emotions all mixed into one and it doesn’t matter that I haven’t heard this song in a good few years but the words came rushing back yesterday. It was as though there were being sung to me …
Sung to me when my friend let me down for our Valentine’s dinner
Sung to me when I got an anonymous sms and found out later it was a guy I asked to leave me alone
Sung to me when I man I was once in an intimate relationship with asked me to help mend his current broken relationship (Apparently it’s in my job description … um?)
Sung to me when my beautiful sister and her new husband returned home from their romantic wedding night
Sung to me when all my friends were posting beautiful love messages to their valentines.
Sung to me when I could hear the concern in Greggie’s voice that I was let down for the night
Sung to me when I spent hours talking to a man that hasn’t made mention of meeting after a lot of communication
Sung to me when I climbed into bed alone …. well, there’s always kitty to keep my company.
I’m not lonely or pining for love and I’m never worried that I will spend my life alone, but some days just have ‘when?’ written all over them and considering ‘truth’ is my motto in life … I had to follow my heart’s question and wonder when?
Catching the bouquet at the wedding was totally scammed by everyone there, by the way. My brother in law told my sis how far to throw and one friend shoved me forward while all the rest took a step back. I take that with all the compliment it was intended … I’ve never caught the bouquet before, so maybe the myth is true 
I can’t believe how blessed I am by friends, family and blogging/tweeting ‘stranger’ (because I feel as though I know you) for making me feel so loved and special. Without knowing it, each one of you reminded me that my time is coming … that love is on the way on wings of angels!
Until then … I’m still the luckiest girl in the world, showered with love and a million reasons to smile
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published February 2nd, 2011
Treated like a princess by Twinkletoes
Your eyes have not deceived you. I am blogging at a crazy hour. It’s barely 6am here in the Southern Hemisphere but I have such an exciting day ahead of me that I’m not surprised I couldn’t wait to jump out of bed and get started.
It’s just a pity that the shops I need to go to, friends I need to chat to and siblings I need to ask a little help from are all still asleep or closed. So you have me for me a while otherwise I know I’m gonna make noise loud enough to maybe wake a sibling
For the first time since I did a Thanksgiving dinner, (back in 2004 after my family home with my business in it burned down) I am opening up my home to my friends for a sacred event. We don’t celebrate Thanksgiving in South Africa, hence the big mention. Actually, most things in the Southern Hemisphere are a little odd when it comes to tradition, so brace yourself for Christmas in July down the road.
My life is an open book. Well it has to be to blog freely like this, yet the only thing that I held very private (not necessarily for the right reasons) was the fact that I am a practicing … um … I never know whether to say Pagan, Wiccan, Goddess Girl, Free Spirited Soul … it’s all labels anyway. Whatever I am, I work with the moon and follow the earthly festivals that are correct for my hemisphere. I am stressing that because when everyone celebrates Halloween in October here I want to go nuts … it’s a Winter festival, but that’s only important to me. This year I decided to share it with my friends and let the world in to the last sacred thing that I have not shared. Well, that’s what friends do, isn’t it?
Tomorrow’s blog will be all about the festival, but traditionally I wake up and hold the energy of the day with me until I do my traditional rituals at the end of it. So I’m up, with much excitement and I’m thinking about what I want to carry with me into the next quarter of my year. All I can think about is my friends.
Family might be rocky, boys might break my heart, money might be hiding and health might be temporarily fragile … but my friends are incredibly solid. My friends are magical. I am one of the luckiest women but I might just think that it’s natural to be so blessed with friends.
Then I walked into Twinkletoes’ house yesterday for what I thought would be a simple breakfast with a friend or two. Only Twinkletoes would have put on a lavish spread the way he did. I can’t remember when last I was so flattered by an act of kindness straight from the heart. Once again, in mid mouthful of an elaborately scrumptious breakfast, I had to remind myself that this is special and not always just what friends do. Thank you Twinkletoes for being beyond a precious friends.
Then there are the other precious friends, like Irvie, who I truly do adore after I’ve calmed myself down and adjusted to his personality. I think I spend my life reflecting back and then saying a little ‘sorry’ to my wildly passionate friend. For me, this is totally natural too … to be able to tell a friend off then make it all better and then tell them off a few weeks (ok days) later. That’s what friends do, isn’t it? No secrets. No telling someone else that your friend drove you a little nuts by misunderstanding your personality or by doing something straight from the heart. I do love and adore you for every little crazy thing you do Irvie. Thank you for thinking me worthy and sharing me with the world … us Librans can be a little over protective of our hearts at times.
Then there are the rest of my amazingly precious friends who so openly wanted to share tonight’s festivities with me. No one rolled an eye or said WTF when I sent out an invite for an unusual evening. No matter if their religious or spiritual views differ, everyone is gather to share something so precious to me. I can’t say that’s what friends do because it’s not something I have done before.
Yesterday my friend Nikki, who I have never met, never spoken to and never hugged, posted a little video of the snow falling. I don’t think I even noticed the snow because I clung to hearing her voice … I can’t believe I bumped into her blog somewhere down the line and now we have a bond that outshines times and space.
Robbie wasn’t a work yesterday and all we do is say ‘Hi’ on Facebook or send cheeky comments to each other’s Twitter … yet my day was totally incomplete.
All these unusual moments are the gift I have given myself in friendship and not necessarily what friends just do. It has been a huge ‘project me’ realisation to get that I created these friendship and just how different they might actually be
It fascinates me, that at a time of such reflection, just how chaotic my life is and yet I feel the stability of friends helping me hold it all together. Now that’s what friends do …
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published January 20th, 2011
Today’s post was supposed to be entitled Laugh, cry, sigh, ice cream! I have been anticipating blogging all day and have so much to share with you about yesterday but it’s another day in South Africa.
If you are anywhere else in the world that might need a little explaining. The weather is perfect and I am sitting in the gorgeous apartment of my dearest friend, Twinkletoes.
The African kicker though is that my electricity at home went off just after 10pm last night. The not having electricity part is pretty normal, but for it to be off for so many hours is now just pathetic (oooh, I think I just ranted for the first time on my blog!) So mom and I were rescued by Twinkletoes who fetches us and plugged everything in at his quaint apartment. Blackberry’s and laptops are all charging … hallelujah!! Unless something very exciting happens in the short few hours left of the day I might not have much to blog about tomorrow because no electricity and offline for hours doesn’t generate much news.
Yesterday was a different story though. It was jam packed with emotion, events and project me moments. Now that the builders have moved onto the property the wake up call is the sound of banging, crashing and workmen shouting instructions to each other. Now I’m up earlier, but with all the exciting plans I don’t seem to be minding all that much. Once I’ve finished blogging in the morning I find I have time for a whole lot of other ideas to flow and am getting more comfortable with the routine that doesn’t have to revolve around the blog. I can’t believe how much of a role the blog is now playing in the business and it’s been an incredible exercise to prepare press packs, work so closely with my stats and brainstorm ideas to turn the blog into a stable income for the business. Yesterday will filled with a new concept that we are working on and I can’t wait for the big reveal. It’s just a little difficult to hold onto that excitement when the home that my father built for us is being torn down around me. All my boxes that have been in storage don’t have space there anymore and now I see them being left hanging around the entrance, shoved into cupboards and piled up on the outside patio! Talks of how, where and when of the move are also weighing on me and I keep on having to drag my mind back to the excitement and enthusiasm of the day. That’s why I Tweeted and Facebooked that no matter what the priorities of the day where, ice cream was the order of the day.
Twinkletoes came to the rescue again and we threw together an impromptu dinner where the food was just a sideline for the big ice cream finale. I always say that ice cream can solve the world’s problems and my theory was pretty much proved right last night. I don’t hold many elements of shame still, thanks to all the ‘project me’ work I have done one myself. However, living with my mom is something I seem to still battle with.
Because of this I haven’t had many friends over in the year and a half I have been home and then created chaos by stressing that I don’t want to move with my mother in the next few months. I don’t have any private space and this isn’t great for a single 30-something year old girl with needs and a sponsor who owns an adult store. My friends are very open and we always end up getting completely inappropriate when we get together. No, we don’t strip down naked in front of each other, but we do share stories about who we stripped down naked in front of.
When I live alone my home is very open and I have lost a lot of that since moving back to my mom (for all the right reasons!) Last night everything changed though … there Twinkletoes, Greggie, my mom and I had dinner together. I gave myself a pep talk in the morning and decided to get over my crap and ask them for dinner. I didn’t invite my brother or sister to the table even though they live there and I battled with that too. Yet, we ended up having one of the best nights I have had in years. There was nothing my friends couldn’t say in front of my mom and the whole time I was wondering why I shouldn’t have done this years ago? That settled my mind instantly and I feel chilled that I will be able to move with my mom. We are more like friends now and there is no part of me that is disrespectful, so what the hell have I been carrying on about?
If you’ve been following my blog you will also know that it’s not like I choose to share my space with fleeting shags either. I realised something else last night. While the candles were lit, the dinner was prefect and the ice cream was served fit for a king, I repeated the thing that I always say: “Whoever gets me will be very lucky!” For the first time I understood what I was saying. I wasn’t asking myself where this person in my life is. I was stating that he’s out there and wondering why I just haven’t let him in yet? No pressure of course … but maybe it’s time to think about just how powerful I am!
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published January 15th, 2011
Now that I’ve found a system that works for me and I don’t have to measure my food or cut out anything, I finally feel as though food is my friend. I’m also beginning to watch the patterns of what I do when I want to eat and how I handle it.
Let’s say that the last few days have been no less than a mild crisis when it comes to writing, career and showing the world the real me. So food is my addiction when I am dealing with shame and I have discovered that interesting things about my life choices and personality shame me.
“Project me” is my push to be conscious about everything I do in my life and thanks heavens for that. Without it I would never have noticed the reasons why I shovel food down my throat after I have done anything that shows glimmers of my bold personality. I mean really, I have been tweeting more and being a whole lot more ‘me’ and with teach cheat I have had a cracker and cheese. Can you image the food fest when I posted my blog on Organic Orgasm and told the world about my sex drive crisis? I think there were an additional 5 crackers that came with the word, Masturbation! Silly as it may seem, this is the addiction I have created.
So I discovered the weight watchers points system and it is slowly teaching me the quantity of food I need to fuel my body for the day. I have even managed to still deal with my addiction and eat 5 bowl of salad instead of 5 slices of bread … quantity and constant shoveling of food into my mouth totally settled the chaos. You can just imagine how proud I am of myself that I am slowly finding solutions to my issues while I definitely share more of my bold personality with the world.
Well, there is always a day that tests that theory and shakes the foundation of what seems so simple. Today is the day and I’m writing about it because tomorrow will be more interesting. I have 26 points for a day and today I think I have eaten 40. It began with breakfast at Greggie’s house where Twinkletoes arrived with chocolate filled croissants and then I went on to make lavishly filled omelettes with cheese, bacon and tomatoes and mushrooms fried in butter. It didn’t end there after we ended up at Twinkletoes for tea and I had little samoosas and lindt chocolate cubes. Oh, it didn’t end there … when I got home my nephews were here and I tucked into the popcorn, shrimp chips and stood with my sister while she cooked dinner that I will be indulging in later.
To be a little more honest, I’m in a little low self esteem about money and it doesn’t help that my back is acting up again. I couldn’t ask for a better business partner and best friend because Greggie keeps on reminding me that my health is more important and that the money will come. It will come. The result is that I am getting emotional about it and trying to force myself not to have to prove myself because my partner isn’t expecting it at all and neither is my mother, under whose roof I am living. It’s me … I need to prove it to me and it comes with a price. That price … being kind to myself.
I say that to my friends so often: “Be kind to yourself!” and now it’s my turn … hence the food guzzling day! Hence the reason why I’m sharing it with you, because tomorrow is the key more than today.
Tomorrow is the day where I wake up and know that i went over my points and that over the next few days I need to eat 20 points to make up for it. It’s not about cutting anything out, but it’s about my greatest lesson this year … to not start over! If I eat unconsciously tomorrow again, it will carry on day after day and then I will feel as though I am starting over … but if I wake up tomorrow and just carry on counting points then I will have a very big and brave ‘project me’ moment.
You do know that the vicious honesty cycle continues and because I was so brave in sharing this all I want to do is EAT? EAT!
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published January 13th, 2011I love them … from the depths of my very soul I do. I couldn’t ask for better friends, but their judgement of photographs for the world to see are much to be desired. I mean really … it’s one thing to mindlessly add the pics to Facebook but there’s no excuse when the time has been taken to tag them. Do no bells go off in their heads that chime of pointlessness, or worse … Jodene has a reputation-ness?
And with that … here are some of the finest moments when I have gone “WTF … oh, of course, only (insert name) would post such a #$&% pic!!
Exhibit A:
Let’s begin with the picture that caused all the stir shall we? This one was taken by precious Twinkletoes who is completely rigid about what pics of him find their way to Facebook! But nooooo … the ‘I’m a Lady, I do Lady things’ face is absolutely horrific!
Well didn’t this one just totally cause a stir with an equally inappropriate caption. Yes, that is my kneeling in front of a very dear male friend of mine. No, I wasn’t demonstrating talents … in actual fact, I was crouching and clenching with all my might to not pee from laughing … what’s worse, right?
Here’s the first of the “what’s the point” ones. I mean seriously? Yes, it’s me … not only do I look as though I have fallen down the back of the couch, I managed to cover the rest of me with my very own hand. This is the work of Greggie who doesn’t notice anyone else when he’s in the pic because he always look FABULOUS!
This is Hustler Girl’s photographical skills. It looks as though I’m being drawn into the light .. don’t look into the light Jodene, don’t look into the light!
Deer in the headlights!
Can you see me? No seriously, can you see me? Yes, I was tagged … foot in face and all
Can you see me now?
And then of course, no matter how badly your friends represent you … your family always take the cake. Yep, I’m the scrawny one with the glasses! Thanks sis
On a little ‘project me’ note, there are very few pics of me until the year before I made ‘project me’ public. It has taken months of hard work to see my beauty, deal with my body issues and post pics for the world to see. Over the last few months I have been totally chilled about the pics my friends put on Facebook and tag me in … because this is me! If you have been following this blog for a while and you know all the bitching and crying over pics, you will know just how very far I have come.
This is a celebration of the love I feel my friends and family feel for me and the beauty they see in the precious moments they catch me not posing! Thanks to each of you for your horrific pics of me and for helping me see the beauty in them!
Lastly … In my new found boldness I posted a long awaited Organic Orgasm blog post today, entitled Saving your sex drive when stress and health gets in the way http://tinyurl.com/6bmazaj. I got a little more personal and it took bravery, but thanks to Hustler Girl and Greggie for all the support as I follow my dreams and let my voice be heard in the world! One kick from each of you in the butt and I pressed ‘publish’!
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published January 12th, 2011
Another Tuesday evening spent with the two people who are also on the path of telling themselves the truth. Another night of feeling haunted by my own realisations because I know they are about to signal in more change. Another dose of truth and delving into the reason that I have learned this particular thing about myself at this very moment in time. It’s not easy and it’s not fun, but a good night’s sleep and I wake up with a whole new understanding about the night before.
That, or I wake up still a little frustrated and then I pull a muscle in the middle of my ribcage, while trying to jump into my jeans, and wind myself for the rest of the day. Trying to remember how to breathe is a great way to remember the gratitude and pause (while gasping for air) to think about what you are grateful for … just in case you die!
Okay, so I didn’t die … and I’m here to live yet another day of ‘project me’, but last night did bring about something that I can no longer hide.
For about a week and a bit I have been dealing with the nagging in my head and the nagging of my best friend, who have both been pointing out that ‘project me’ is about living to the full potential of my personality. Isn’t that how we are all supposed to live? Considering that I end each day reflecting back to ensure that I have lived my truth, within my integrity and in my highest esteem and I battle like hell to live within that full potential, I sometimes need to reflect back on how far I have come. No time to reflect back now though … it’s in this very moment that my attention is focused.
You see, looking back or dreaming forward is a brilliant distraction for a girl who is slowly realising that I have a very larger personality (I’m still trying to meet myself, so give me a moment before I introduce me to you), lives within my integrity, speaks the truth and has nothing at all, under the entire sun, that I am ashamed or hide from the world. Radical right? Well, can’t you see why I hide my personality then.
Things have been agitating me. I haven’t wanted to go places, see people or deal with issues. I feel the need to slip away from the world, but at the same time I can also feel that I am finally being true to myself.
Within just a few days of speaking my truth, knowing my worth and trusting my decisions, I have been hit with tests from all angles.
So I spoke my truth and got questions. I expressed my worth and got challenged on my strength of that very discovery. I made my decision and was confronted as to the esteem with which I made it … trust me, I know my foundation and I know the esteem ways high!
I worry that people might think I am arrogant … now wait, I used to worry about that. The truth is that that has also changed. I don’t worry about what people thing anymore. In the good way of not worrying, because I trust myself enough to know that the intention with which I communicate anything is pure and with love. I can’t worry about what people do with it though.
This means not playing into other’s lies, dramas or chaos. This means saying what I mean when asked to say something. This means rattling cages if they don’t like the truth and standing firm in my beliefs when I am challenged.
A very dear friend of mine roped me into a lie because they are battling to speak their truth. I let it slide … but only long enough to have my say. I have no need to lie about anything … that is a far cry from who I was. I used to lie about everything because I was afraid of consequence and I was riddled with shame, but I’ve changed and I’m changing still. Before I learned not to lie to others but now I realise that lying for others is just as out of the integrity of all the work I have done to become who I am today.
Join me … what’s the worst that can happen right?
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published December 30th, 2010
I can’t believe that this all began a year ago. More than that, I can’t believe how much I have changed and grown in one year and I can’t believe that it has all been documented and my story is out there. Only once have I ever gone back and ready any of the past entries and for some reason I don’t think I will do that for a good few years. Don’t ask me why, it’s just a feeling.
Considering that I live my life goallessly but filled with purpose, I’m not one of those girls who makes new year’s resolutions. I do, however, do a little maths and get a better understanding of the year ahead. I don’t know if I’ve ever shared with you that I’m a numerologist? Continue reading
Published November 27th, 2010
You never quite know what’s going to happen when you throw a totally different kinds of friends together. Some started as Greg’s and others began as mine. Yes, that bit of info does have a very important point to ‘project me’.
I come from a background of ‘clicky’ crowds and don’t like to ever find myself in that situation, let alone come across as a member of that kind of group, so throwing a bunch of strangers together was a touch apprehensive for me. Continue reading
