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Published April 2nd, 2011
Amidst all the boxes and drama that goes along with a move, there is also the constant push to make the business the success that I know it is going to be. And so the day was spent laced with a lot of personal distress that I slowly had to work through before a big business dinner.
Here’s the story in a nutshell. I need a bed. There is no cash flow at the moment to just pop out and buy one and now I have had to take the fridge that I gave my little sis and her hubby (to keep) and sell it.
Project me is extremely trying when it comes to putting myself first and showing the world that it does always have to be about ‘me’. It’s tough to stick within integrity and do what’s best for you while making sure that you don’t break promises you made. It was hard to convince myself that I had lent the fridge until I needed it … and I do.
When I was younger I used to have asthma attacks when I was stressed. Over the years it settled, but when I am very stressed I have these coughing spells. Over the years that I grew more into handling life and taking responsibility for every situation I find myself in, the coughing has almost vanished. I can count on my hand the number of times it’s happened in a good couple of years. Then all of a sudden it’s 3 fits in about a week. So, I really am that stressed and scared.
Isn’t it ironic then, that the business dinner swung open opportunities that I didn’t expect in my wildest dreams. It’s going exactly according to plan but certainly not in the way I had thought. It’s tough to explain because we only the first step into negotiations and my business mind is boggled. At this point I have to say that according to my numerology, I work much better in a partnership, but then numbers don’t need to tell me that. I just needed to glance to my right and see Greg sitting beside me and I knew I was in the best company.
Believe it or not, I still have little girl issues. For some reason I keep thinking that he’s going to ‘shout’ at me after a meeting. It’s so bad that he said he even noticed I got in the car with a little apprehension. I’m still trying to figure it out myself and it has nothing to do with Greg. Somewhere along the line I picked up the notion that I’m not equipped to make business deals. That’s pathetic … I know!
So, the plans are underway and it’s all about Organic Orgasm and being the name and face behind an incredible group of ladies who will host events, parties and functions. Of course we hit a wall when trying to get an ad into the local newspaper because the word ‘orgasm’ is still so inappropriate, the first step is to tone the name down without losing it … hence, Organic O! I’m so excited and can … ‘O’!!
One little step will unfold at a time and I think the weeks ahead are going to be very exciting. It does come at a time when money has become a major issue and I’m trying not to slip into the collective question of ‘what am I doing wrong?’ If this meeting is anything to go by, I’m doing nothing wrong at all and sometimes money isn’t the benchmark of success at all.
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published March 19th, 2011If all goes according to plan, I’ve realised that there might be days where it’s grabbing moments here and there to do this daily blog. It’s impossible for my day to be complete without it and it’s beyond the obvious that my days are always lived as ‘project me’.
Today happens to be one of those days. I’m being fetched by the cool chicks from diligo online shopping in about 15 minutes and there’s still hair and make up to do. We are dashing off to an event that my dearest friend and awesome sponsor, Hustler Girl is involved. Yes … it’s about sex and I’m going to see if there are any networking opportunities for Lifeology and Organic Orgasm. The is a slight hesitation about the event, but part of ‘project me’ is facing everything with an open mind and not judging anything until I know all the facts. So I’m keeping it real and hoping this event and myself are on the same page. Which page might that be? The page that speaks of shameless and fun sex (with all the understandings of self esteem and self worth, of course). That has given me an idea … It’s time to do a blog that spells out all my philosophies that I live by and teach in Organic Orgasm. But let me not get distracted by that now … the girls are on their way 
In the meantime … here’s my feel good song and in line with my day’s events!!
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published March 17th, 2011Of course the story starts with me being stranded at the airport awaiting an update on the flight back to Jozi being delayed by an hour already.
The flight from Jozi was a little torturous yesterday with horrid clouds (as pretty as they were) and huge air pockets. I swear it felt as though we dropped an entire floor. Holly molly!
So while I wait and watch potentially nasty clouds, here’s my Cape Town story.
As for Cape Town … It’s so pretty but so stinking hot. Yes, yes I wasn’t even here on a sweltering day. The mountains really are that pretty. People aren’t as obsessed with Woolworths because we had to drive a way to find one … And that brings me to the driving … I think Rome finally has competition! To sun it up and bless my precious chauffeur, Clauds … I’m lucky to be alive!
And now for the talk! Have I told you enough times how much I love what I do? I think I’ve also mentioned my frustration at not finding ideal venues in Jozi to do my Organic Orgasm talks! There’s no hassle with that in Cape Town thanks to the amazing Sensual Boutiques.
Yay for Cape Town girls … I can feel the urge to return surge through me as I reminisce on one of the greatest evenings I have had as a speaker and teacher.
Shy is not an issue in this bold town and I needed that refreshing realisation. Girls wanted to know when they could bring their guys? Toys were being waved around the store with shameless enthusiasm, confident questions and responses flowed and no one went home empty handed … Except me of course! All I could picture was my bag being scanned at the airport and my newly purchased happy rabbit waving ‘hello’ to some innocent security person.
To my special friend, Bean, who has known me since high school! Thank you for driving an hour to come and support Me. Thank you for your bubbly nature that carried so much laughter through the night.
To the staff of Sensual Boutique who made this event possible and who I am honoured to associate myself with … Thank you for your pride and will to make a change in a much needed industry.
Cape Town ladies … I will be back … Over and over again! Thank you for an unforgettable night and for welcoming me with such enthusiasm. You are sending me home filled the motivation and a dozen ideas to being back to you.
Another delay has just been announced … And as much as I have had such an awesome time … This girl is ready to get home!
Published March 16th, 2011
I’m half dressing, half blogging and finishing off the last bit of packing. It’s a checklist free moment, which I thought I would never achieve in my life. It takes a lot of trust for a control freak to pack with the realisation that I’m not going to the middle of nowhere and if I’ve forgotten anything I can buy it. Greggie taught me that lesson when we went to Italy together. It was laced with sarcasm, but the point stuck with me.
The last time I climbed on a plane all by myself was in 1989! Yes … I kid you not! I’m not the greatest loner-traveler!
On the other hand, I am a big dreamer and a very determined individual so climbing on a plane to fly to Cape Town for my first out of town talk … well that I can totally overcome. Last night at our regular Tuesday night get-together, I was telling my mom and Greggie that it’s amazing how you overcome things at the perfect time. I seriously thought I would be in a much bigger state over leaving Greggie at the check-in line and having to do the rest all by myself, including trusting that the people who respect me and have invited me to Cape Town will remember to fetch me.
Wow … my first out of town talk!!!
It’s on days like this that I am thrilled I started telling my ‘project me’ story when moments like this were just as picture stuck on a vision board.
Amazingly, when I created the vision board I wasn’t even business partners with Greggie. There was no concept of an incredible business called Lifeology. There certainly was no intention under the sun of teaching people about sex. I don’t think I was confident enough to have an orgasm let alone mention the word and now I’m traveling to do a talk under my brand ‘organic orgasm’.
I love that about vision boards! It’s one of the things I most wanted to teach before I found my passion for organic orgasm and project me. I wanted to teach people the hidden secrets as to why people don’t manage to manifest what they plaster all over their vision boards. I wanted to teach people that when you look back at your board, it won’t look anything like the dreams you initially had in mind back then … it will be better.
Greg and I often contemplate how we are going to get messages across to the world and the one that always baffles us most is trying to explain to people the steps that either of us took to get from merely dreaming to truly living. How did I get from the shy, insecure girl who couldn’t say ‘sex’ to the woman who now helps other people explore the wonders of their bodies, their partner’s bodies and the endless joys of sex?
Oh, you want an answer to that? Hmmmm … I went with the flow. I didn’t resist the moments that life threw at me. I listened to my teachers and then threw out the things I didn’t like. I added in the things I did and then realised that I didn’t like some of those things and so I threw out ideas and beliefs all over again.
I risked!! I risked like hell, I might tell you! I risked being destitute at one point and I risked the disapproval of my family at another, but at those moments, that’s when I realised what I wanted most of all.
And then one day you wake up and you are doing things that might scare the living daylights out of you, but you wouldn’t be anywhere else in the world. So, my bags are nearly packed and my incredibly supportive business partner is nearly on his way to fetch me for the airport. On the other side, the team from Sensual Boutique are awaiting my arrival after an invitation to be a guest speaker at their sexy store in Table View.
I could be stressed that the crowd is small and at one point I contemplated canceling because numbers were low but then I remembered going to a talk by one of my great inspirations, Mike Dooley. He spoke of doing his talk and there were only two people in the audience … his mother and his brother. Now he travels around the world and he fills halls.
That too, is on my vision board … watch this space!
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published March 6th, 2011
Everyone is laughing at me because I take far too many pictures of Saphirah. I’m officially censoring the quantity of pricelessly cute moments I capture with my adorable little kitty. There’s also the devilish side that keeps waking me in the crazy hours of the morning with either a claw in my head, my butt or my baby toe. I could lock her away but that would break both our little hearts. She had her little girlie op so that she doesn’t tart around town and he little claws trimmed so that she doesn’t turn my leather office chair into a pin cushion … but never fear, you would never say she had an op. I mean really, doe she look like she’s just had an op???
It seems that of late I have been leaving out a few too many things in the blog and today I woke up with a devil may care attitude. I think it’s something in the tea, but there’s something brewing in me that knows what I want and very clearly what I don’t want and the changes are going to be slow. Therefore they certainly can’t be excluded from this blog.
I like someone. I have no idea where I stand with him but the communication is great and very constant. We’ve met so I can’t hide behind the space of waiting to see what he’ll think of me and drag up all of my body esteem issues. I still have a few of those by the way.
I am looking better and feeling better but sadly that won’t be caught on camera as I had so hoped. This has been a very censored story over the last few days but the verdict is out and I won’t be taking up the photography sponsorship or using the pics from the photo shoot. The long and short of it is that I need only those on-board who respect and understand the importance of real time blogging and the momentum is gone anyway.
I have also censored that there are a few friendships hanging by all different threads and I’m not one to keep my mouth shut, so when the time is right I need to find out what’s going on with people around me. People deleting themselves from special groups we started as friends. People not responding to special invitations I am sending out. People not saying hello on the array of social chats.
While venting about people, I’ve decided to create an ebook. I didn’t think I would ever do it but it’s time. It’s time to do a manual for people to be reminded of the courtesy of communication. It goes without saying that those basics should flow over into the social networking realms and I intend to explain why and do a little social etiquette 101.
In the next few weeks I’m going to be preparing for the move to our exciting new house. Two things have been censored and now I’m saying it.
1. I’m throwing all this shit out and moving with next to nothing. Yes, that means that a lot of things that my dad loved and held onto are now going. I’m not saying it’s going to be easy and I’ve been avoiding trying to sound ruthless, but it’s fresh start time.
2. I’m so glad that it’s just mom and me moving in together. This is the tougher one because my little sis and myself have grown so close with the build up to her wedding. My brother, on the other hand … I don’t have to say that I love everyone. If you’ve been following the blog then you know that I have a very strong family connection despite all the sibling rivalry. But the truth is the truth and there it is … I can’t wait for it to be just mom, me, country music without interruption, never running out of milk and not finding empty tins of coco powder. Oh … it’s mom, me, kitty and the very loud parrot
Yesterday I spoke to a friend of mine who I have grown up with. We know each other well but we also have times when we don’t see each other for a very long while. In one of these long breaks I went from being a very sexually insecure girl and blossomed into a very sexually confident woman. When she saw me last I was very overweight and doing alternative therapy healing. When she returned I was writing and teaching about sex. Yes .. SEX!! She’s horrified!
She keeps asking me if I’m not embarrassed to tell people what I do and say what I say in public. I keep reminding her that it’s those very statements of hers that remind me just how important my work is out there. I’m proud to lift the censorship and shame of the sex industry. I’m also proud that I think sex toys, sex shops, sex shows and sexual fun is very needed in this day and age. Yes … I talk about sex … freely!! Oh and yes … my Lifeology product is called Organic Orgasm and yes … my business partner is very proud of me.
Oh … and the ‘project me’ part of all of this is that nothing I say here won’t or can’t be said to all involved. After all, what is ‘project me’ without telling my truth?
The greatest truth of all is that it’s a bitch having to tell it!
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published March 4th, 2011This one’s for the girls!!
As far as project me goes, this is a very exciting moment for me. Traveling to another town to do what I love best is just a taste of all that I dream of.
Very simply … woo-freakin’-hoo!
For more information of Lipsinc and Organic Orgasm
To book for Edward Street: edwardstreet@lipsinc.co.za
To book for Tableview: tableview@lipsinc.co.za
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published March 1st, 2011
For the past few days I have had a big red warning flash across the bottom of my blog as I am typing it. It says “You do not have permission to do that.”
What? Type my blog?
In the frustrating days this pisses me off but on a day like today I’m giggling. “Yeah, right! I have permission to do whatever I like!” Granted, I do have to sort out this glitch in wordpress, but in the meantime so much good stuff is falling into place that I really feel as though I can do anything.
This is a tough on to explain, because I always know that I CAN do anything. The trick is to get past the days when I wish that I didn’t KNOW I can do anything. My biggest ‘project me’ fight is to (and fight is the last word I should be using) is to be proud of myself for being such a big dreamer and wanting such ‘crazy’ things. I wouldn’t want anything else and on the scary, tired or sad days I just want simple. But like really, really simple. I want to slam the Pandora’s box shut, rewind time and wish I never, ever had my first glimmer of potential.
Then days like yesterday happen and all too soon I’m shouting Yes!! To more and more things!
So here’s the YES moments that all filled one day and fueled me for a while longer!
I didn’t wake up with the world spinning like I’m standing on a flying saucher – Yes!!!
I worked out my own formula to balance my sugars over the past few days and feel that much closer to a rocking relationship with my awesome body – YeS!!
Going to gym for a 20 to 30 minute walk. All depending on how I feel and not what anyone tell me to do – yEs!!!!!
WE GOT THE HOUSE!!!! YYYYEEEEESSSSS!!
Greggie posted the most unbelievable post called When health becomes an addiction that is exactly what I needed to hear – yes!
I was supposed to be in Cape Town to do an Organic Orgasm talk at Lipsinc Sensual Boutique for one night and after a little begging on their parts (which was so very flattering) I will be there for two … Save the date Cape Town Girls … 16th and 17th March – Yessssss
I’m starting to teach guided meditations again. A small group but something I have missed and know I need myself – y.e.s!
Greggie rounded up a great job doing change management for a corporate. Something he totally rocks at and I’m so proud to be his partner and best friend … and now next door neighbour too! Tee hee hee, yes!!
UCit launched their first special to the Jozi peeps and it was so cool to know that there are future ventures ahead for us. I love new ideas and the potential of it all. Well done UCit … super yes!
It’s an awesomely busy week with plans every night. Our Tuesday night, that I’m actually looking forward to because of all the progress. Dinner with a dear friend tomorrow night. Starting a new archetypes course of Thursday night and a potential dinner with Inked. … Yes, brushing over everything for obvious reasons … but, yyyyes!
The response to Your Project Me Story is rocking with another awesome story by Carol Milner and a comment of thanks from her sponsor of choice, Food and Trees for Africa … I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face for ages … yippee yes!
Ooh, ooh … Colin and Natalie won the Oscars which totally made me smile. I know it was an obvious choice but I’ve had years where my faves didn’t win … and I NEEDED this win … yippiddy yes
Good gracious, I’m sure that’s enough for one day. That’s excitement overload and a long time coming.
Oh … one last thing … I ran out of bandwidth for the blog again!!! That’s another ‘project me’ upgrade needed right there … Yes! Yes! and Yes!!
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published February 19th, 2011
In creating my own reality, I choose what to believe and it always becomes my truth. I spend my life saying ‘I am that powerful’, ‘you are the powerful’, and ‘we are that powerful’. One of my realities is that everything has its duality. Light has dark, love has hate, happiness has sadness.
I had one of those days filled with perfect duality. I use the word ‘perfect’ very loosely because I wasn’t feeling much perfection while weeping into a towel because tissues weren’t capable of absorbing the tears.
I woke up to the drained feeling that has been filling my days but found the determination to go to gym with pride and enthusiasm. I went from bouncing excitement that I am constantly going to gym to almost having to hold onto the rail for the last lap around the track because my body was that exhausted.
On the way home I had a long chat with myself and the encouraging speech got me fired up to get a lot off my to-do list. Sadly, I walked into the dual feeling of a destructive speech in one of those conversations that starts with ‘don’t say aything, but …’. I hate those conversations because I live in utter truth. YES … I do live in utter truth. I can’t even lie if the tea is too cold and I don’t appreciate other’s not being able to speak their truth to me.
Calm moved to rage and pride moved to shattered esteem.
I decided not to drain my business partner with the duality of my emotion because he’s on a roll and I didn’t feel it fair. Instead, from feeling engulfed with support I felt alone in the world, but that duality served a purpose too. I worked my little butt off … not out of spite and to ‘show them’ (all those who think I am failing or going to fail), but because I am a surviver and I believe enough in myself and my dreams.
My post starts with a beautiful picture and saying that a friend made just because she wanted to remind me of how much she loves and appreciates me. I stared into my own eyes and loved the light and joy that I shine into the world.
However, just a few moments prior my can opener broke and I had enough rage in those very eyes to take a knife to the can and literally stab and tear it open. If there were the need I might even have used me teeth.
One man let my down by ignoring me because I hurt him with my truth and another made my day by sending me a message that said “Keep it up girl, and never stop believing in yourself.”
One friend praised me for what I do and another said she can’t associate her business with my venture of empowering women through my Organic Orgasm talks.
I was the closest to having the most visits on my site in a day and then the furthest away when my hosting company failed me again and my site went down.
I cried with absolute self pity and then laughed with absolute self pride.
Yet, through it all I did some things I never thought I would do … I never forgot the beauty of it all. I honoured every emotion and every thought. I didn’t shy away from the hatred or anger and I didn’t try deny that I am perfect in my eyes. And when my friend sent me that beautiful gesture and perfect saying and I stared at the can I had just mutilated … I smiled at my truth that everything is (as always) exactly as it should be.
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published February 5th, 2011
Yes, it’s one of those odd expressions that need a little explaining and then it seems to catch on and move through the crowds. Greggie picked it up from somewhere and then passed it onto me and now it’s become the emergency cry for help.
Jumping off the coffee table is a serious cry for help. It’s also very indicative of the energy with which I have learned that I (am most of my friends) handle drama and chaos. One of my greatest messages to the world is that there is a reason to laugh at everything and I know I have been shot down many times for that. I have suffered loss and tragedy many times over, yet there has always been something out there to make me laugh. I have giggled hysterically at grave sights with mothers who are burying their children and I have certainly nearly peed in my pants laughing at my own drama.
I know I will survive anything and I know these moments are fleeting (or at least I hope) but I can’t say I’m in the best space right now.
I have chosen to something very bold and unusual with my life. I don’t have a product to sell … I have me to sell. Therefore I have to rely on why I am different from everyone else on the planet and right now I feel as though everyone feels the same as me, therefore how different am I anyway?
It’s all money related … I can’t go on doing what I’m doing without seeing the financial rewards, yet if you told me I had to do anything else with my life I would seriously contemplate jumping off the coffee table. This IS what I want to do! I know I am doing exactly what is my life purpose! Now how do I make money out of it????
That’s what is floating through my head every moment of every day lately.
I had the most beautiful dinner with friends last night but I literally had to drag myself there. I just wanted to lie on the couch and contemplate my entire life. I never do though … I have never given in to those moments of self pity and I am always so relieved that I didn’t.
We all have a saving grace though and mine is my ‘project me’ moment of reminding myself to do anything. Just do something! Don’t lie around and do nothing.
Firstly, I ate like a pig … so that’s still got work! But then I got my butt off the couch and I started working on sorting out my Organic Orgasm blog. It’s been sitting idle for far too long and I have been putting it off because it’s seemed too tedious. What do you know? In my horrid state of mind I got the entire thing sorted. Okay, so there’s some old archived content to add an a broken button on the top (that I will need My Knight for) but besides that … I did wonders yesterday.
I metaphorically climb onto the coffee table often. I have chosen the path less traveled and have far too much passion and wisdom to give up on my dreams. I get lost in the hows and haven’t manifested financial stability even though I teach it. But that’s what drives me … that’s why I blog every day of my life. Because one day I will turn back to this post and remember when I was more on the coffee table than off and I will have more than just a success story to tell … I will have proof of the darkness and the fear that comes with finding out that I am that powerful!
WE ALL ARE!
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
