Literally, it’s the hottest day in October in recorded history. If I’m exaggerating then it’s worth it because, damn, it’s hot!! It was sitting at around 36 degree (Celsius) today and all a girl want to do is get her bra off. Of course I left it lying on the bed so the estate agent had to call me to hide it before the potential buys spotted it, but there’s a lesson in that for me.
I’ve just come off a much longer than expected radio interview with Kieno Kammes on Talk Radio 702. It’s been on my vision board to be on that radio station and once again I’m reminded that I can set out and achieve anything I want to.
The truth is that just 20 minutes before I went on air I had a serious heart to heart with Greggie about the direction of my blog and what my dearest friend has seen slowly begin to happen.
He sees old patterns. He sees the pattern of making my life (and my blog) too much about other people. When I do that, I can’t blog properly because I’m too entwined in other people’s lives and I don’t want to break their trust by sharing their stories, but the truth is that my days have been consumed with other people’s issues.
It’s not for me to reveal their laundry for passers by, but it is for me to reveal mine because that is what I set out to do when ‘project me’ was born. It certainly turns up the heat a notch because I have to figure out a way to get back on ‘project me’ … and make my story about me! Live my life for me and consume myself with me first before I lose myself in anyone else.
Tonight I was reminded just how powerful my story is and just how much this blog has the potential to touch people’s lives. It was the wake up call I needed to remind myself about that purpose and not that goal.
Honestly, I am so detached from my own story at the moment that I wouldn’t know what to begin to tell you, so I’m going to go and tackle the heat, hoping it doesn’t keep me up all night. I’ll tackle the other kinds of heat in the morning … sizzle!
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Well here I am, one whole year later, and I can’t say that my life is anywhere that I had imagined or hoped it would be. The imagined part is better than I could have ever dreamed, but the hoped seems to be just as far off as ever. It took me years to even begin to master the art of ‘project me’ and I step into the second year of my much more conscious and purposeful journey, I feel that I am in for one hell of a ride.
Okay, I don’t feel it, I know it! Continue reading
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
I love the irony. On the night that I intend to enthusiastically blog about ‘project me’ and the future plans as it grows from strength to strength – well isn’t that the night that I have internet trouble, my computer is freezing and wordpress is denying me access.
I’m doing my best to maintain the enthusiasm but the blogging gremlins are out to ruin my fun. Go away gremlins!
So my day took an interesting turn. Continue reading
For the first time ever I wrote an entire blog entry and deleted it. Why? Because it sounded like an agony aunt column and I didn’t have an agony aunt day.
Okay, some people might call it a little loopy, but I’m sure I’m not the only person who spends their day talking to themselves. Continue reading
It’s not only me freaking out about this questions. Can you believe that it’s been googled 53 million times. I kid you not … here’s proof: When is it going to rain?
Facebook and Twitter statuses have been teasing and taunting me all freaking day and the worst part is that some people in different parts of Joburg were boasting about dancing in the rain. I’m the dancing in the rain girl. Continue reading
Damn my patriotism! Sometimes it’s not all that it’s cut out to be when something runs through your veins and is as much a part of your DNA as the essence of your being.
I’ve had one of those days where I’ve dealt with all the things that run through my veins but frustrate the living daylights out of me. Continue reading
(This one’s got adult content guys, you have been warned!)
It’s hard to imagine that you can have an extremely eventful day without even getting out of bed.
I took the day off from going into the office for a number of reasons. The last of them was actually the greatest of all because I had no idea today would be so freaking cold. While the rest of South Africa was doubling up on jerseys and wrapping scarves around themselves to keep warm, I literally stayed in bed all day. Continue reading
It’s freezing cold and seems to only be getting colder. I’m a bit of a ninny in the cold but that’s not the point of the story. It’s more about my tattoo that’s been hidden behind jerseys and jackets for ages now. I love it! I hear that lots of people have a moment of regret after they have their tattoos. Some even panic that they’ve made a major mistake … not me … I adore my goddess. Continue reading






















