I hear it over and over and over again, that excuse that people make to justify what in my opinion is just laziness… “BUT my child doesn’t like being in his/her car seat” I have heard this literally too many times to mention. One of those oh if I had a Rand for every time someone said this to me I’d be giving the Kardashians a run for their money, moments. Well no, not really because the Rand is so crap at the moment but you get the idea? I
Everyone has stress, it’s just a normal part of life but wouldn’t it be nice if there were ways that you could deal with your stress and be happier on a day-to-day basis? Certain areas of your life are sure to make you feel more unsettled than others. Common contributing areas are finances and dealing with debt, your career or business, your health, your weight, emotional turmoil and family conflict! Here are some ways to be happier when these areas of your life are contributing to that feeling of being
Not all that long ago, I was crumpled over myself in pain telling myself it’s just Braxton Hicks. It had to be, my baby was not due just yet. So there I was running myself a nice bath to help me relax before my obviously much wiser and much more realistic husband dragged me off to the hospital. I remember that day like it was yesterday. Every tiny detail of the traumatic emergency c-section birth that brought my little baby into this world with a bang that moved the earth.
I feel like lately, the only thing I ever feel like writing about is my journey into another country. It’s not because I FEEL like boring you with the ins and outs of what moving entails but it’s because this is literally my entire life. I have a million things to do and they ALL revolve around moving to a new place. Migration is not easy, that’s one thing I know for sure! The weird part is that it feels so much like my real life has just come to
I’ve been binge watching this show recently called “Dear White People.” It’s the kind of show where you mean to watch one episode but suddenly it’s 1am and you JUST HAVE TO WATCH ONE MORE! I’m not going to lie, the last few years I have done my best to try to avoid anything to do with race. I felt overwhelmed by the racism that exists in this country. I became frustrated with the lack of understanding that exists around white privilege with feelings being hurt and people getting defensive
When we decided it was time to leave home, and that migration was the way to go, we jumped into it fully. There was nothing to question – we wanted something else and that meant moving countries. Both of us proud South Africans that have felt the need to let go of home and move to a new place, make a new life. Start something else! So we thought for a while and we looked at our needs and we weighed up the odds – and we made a decision!
There are so many articles that tell you that working for yourself is the dream. In fact, people like Tim Ferris have become extremely successful and built a fortune by selling the dream of giving up the 9 to 5. It’s a lifestyle that people are ready to buy in to. Working for yourself, from the comfort of your living room or even bed means never having to battle traffic, not having to even get out of bed in the morning. But can you still live this dream with anxiety?
When I was growing up, I wasn’t sure if I wanted children. If you asked me, I’d have said “mmm we will see what happens.” I’ve never been overly into kids in the way that some people are. I never thought I’d be good at being a mother either. I was never a natural with children. Just usually quite awkward. Occasionally people would ask me if I want to have children and I’d say “I don’t think so” and they’d say “you’ll change your mind” and “your maternal instinct will
I haven’t felt like writing lately. Truth be told, I haven’t felt like doing much else other than cry. It feels somewhat ridiculous even putting this out there – the fact that I’m crying over the loss of a thing. A thing with no meaning more than memories attached to it. But I’m getting ahead of myself As you may know if you read this blog regularly, we are moving to New Zealand. Well at least that is the hope. So far, there have been steps taken towards that move
This isn’t a post about how important education is, it’s something else instead. It’s a story from my past as much as it’s a story about my present. You see, my incredible husband graduated with a distinction for his Masters research this Friday. And I sat in that room, beaming with pride and even more, completely in awe of the person I watched walk up on to that stage. A few years ago, I met this boy. He was only 21 and I was immediately over the moon and in
If you came here to read about how fun migrating is, you will be severely disappointed. It. Is. Not. Fun! Holy hell, I knew it would be tough but I had no idea about exactly what that would mean. We decided in April this year to move across the world and after doing A LOT of research, including seeing a migration agent, we decided that New Zealand was the absolute right fit for us. It happened to fit a lot of our requirements but a big one was that the
They say death is the number one fear. Not to me. I’m not afraid of dying. You see to me you’re alive And then you’re not Just light one minute and darkness the next No I’m not afraid of dying. Only the bereaved I’d leave behind. You see I know that feeling all too well The pain that fills the void The heart-break that fills the silence The longing that remains When love has died I’m afraid of the hole left behind I’m afraid of the tears
Today, I find myself annoyed. REALLY annoyed at the amount of body shaming and blame placing that is going on. I fail to understand how WOMEN are pointing fingers at other women and saying that dressing in skimpy clothing is showing that you are “available” and it’s your fault for not dressing more conservatively. NO. NO. NO!!!! Just NO! Women are not being raped because they are dressing a certain way they are being raped because MEN rape! I should be able to walk down the street completely fucking naked
I’ve heard it said about a million times before, to me, to others to the world in general. Oh you’ll regret them when you’re older… It’s tiresome, it’s boring and it’s not really helpful in any way. I often want to say not as much as you’ll regret being an asshole but the truth is, that assholes very rarely realise that they are being assholes anyway. And yes, you’re being an asshole if you say this to people with tattoos – because people with tattoos don’t care what you have
To my incredible husband on Father’s Day – Thank you! There are not enough words in the English language that can be used to express how much I love you and how thankful I am that I found you. Happy Father’s Day my love! I remember back to a time when I didn’t want to get married. Then I met you and I couldn’t imagine a life without you! I couldn’t imagine a life without a family with you! In the last nine years, you’ve gone from just someone I