I don’t want this blog to be my go to place to moan about how shit South Africa is. Yes there are lots of issues here but I have had a good life here. I came here in 2003 and I loved it so much that it became home for over a decade. I’ve had some really good times here. It’s the country I felt I belonged in, the country that I felt at home. I met my husband here, we built a life together, we started a family together.
This is the kind of question that many bloggers deal with internally. The censorship of who they are and what they have to say. New bloggers will start out being authentic and writing the way they are inspired to write but inevitably, either someone will call them on their swearing OR they will wonder if their words are hurting their brand and preventing them from growing as bloggers. So here’s what I think. If you are writing something and you genuinely feel that swearing enhances what you have to say,
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
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
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
A little while ago I wrote a blog post called When is it time to just say enough is enough? and I haven’t really mentioned anything about it since then so I thought it was time to let you know that we took this question pretty seriously and after doing lots and lots of research, we decided that actually, the time was now. So we are moving to New Zealand if they will have us. Of course the decision wasn’t taken lightly and there have been lots of things to consider
I’ve been decluttering for the last while. It’s refreshing. I’m really quite good at letting go of “junk”… I HATE clutter. I really can’t stand things lying around that don’t “belong” there which admittedly has something I’ve had to adjust to being married to the king of leaving things lying around. I usually do a purge of my stuff and give things away or sell them but there are some things I’ve not been able to get rid of. I feel like hanging on to the things that no longer
Guest Post: Emma Zeta Skinner You Might Not Think You’re Creepy, but I Do. To the man who without a thought said to me, “Thanks, sweetheart!” You might think that’s ok, but it’s not. I have a name, and I’m not your sweetheart. To the man who excluded me from business meetings so I could ‘watch the floor’. You might think that’s ok, but it’s not. I’m more than smart and qualified to achieve great things, but you won’t grant me any permission to do so. To the man
We live in an age when loving ourselves is getting harder and harder. Every single day, we are faced with our role models telling us to be thinner, skinnier, curvier, lean and the list of unrealistic beauty standards goes on and on… You know who dictates the “beauty” industry? People who get paid by making you feel inferior in yourself. Make up brands that want to help you cover up your dark circles Beauty products made to reduce wrinkles and fine lines Diet pills to help you lose the excess weight
I don’t want to be one of those people who just runs away. I’m terrified of being that person. So terrified that perhaps I choose to live in denial instead but when is enough really enough? This last week has really shaken me up. I don’t know why it was so different to any of the weeks before or the months, years before that. It hasn’t been really but maybe my perspective is changing? You see, my 19month old son has been on school holidays for the last two weeks
Things are not always what they seem! That’s a fact. My friend Cass wrote a post on her blog Leather Jacket Foxes (how cool is this name?) about the difference between online and offline lives and I think you should read it. It really made sense to me and is something I’ve had to remind myself a lot since becoming more involved in the online world. You can’t compare your journey to that of other bloggers. They show you what they want you to see. The same is true for others outside
My childhood was a constant battle between what is and what isn’t considered appropriate for a girl. I grew up to be that woman, living a constant battle between what is and what isn’t appropriate behaviour for a woman. I was raised to think independently and to be an independent woman. I was taught to pursue a career path that would enable me to always support myself. If you depend on a man, you are forever stuck at his mercy. Asking for pennies and cents to survive. Always be a financially independent
Empowering women has always been important to me. Perhaps more so in recent years though. For as long as I’ve lived, I’ve been surrounded by people who believe in the power we have as individuals to make a difference. I’ve watched lives being changed because of the opportunities given to them. I’ve seen dreams become realities because someone gave that one person a chance. I was raised to believe that if you’re in a position of privilege in any way, it’s your responsibility to give a hand up to someone else.
To everything there is a season To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under the sun. A time to be born and a time to die; a time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted; a time to kill and a time to heal … a time to weep and a time to laugh; a time to mourn and a time to dance … a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to lose and a