I’ve been putting off writing this post for a few days now. I don’t know why but it seems so pretentious to write but at the same time I just have this burning need to get it out of me. I think it’s weird how you just have these ideas in your head that need to get out. Like if they stay trapped inside you might explode. It’s not often that I feel like that, usually I just write what I feel and that’s that but this time it was
I think sometimes we take for granted that we only have a short time on this earth. Some of us, if we’re lucky will live to experience more of the world than others. Most likely, even then, we will take for granted what that means. Not everyone gets to leave the country they were born in, to fly to faraway places and experience the things that those lands have to offer. Some of us, might even find that those places appeal to us more than the land in which we were
Disclaimer: Due to the nature of this post it may be offensive to some. Please note that my intention is not to offend anyone nor is it my intention to cause discomfort. My blog posts are based on my personal experiences and death and religion are two topics that have had a profound impact on my life. There are times in your life that really define you. Moments that can clearly be described as before and after moments. Before I learned to walk, after my parents got divorced, before I
You’re raised to push yourself. Always harder than the last time. Failure is not an option. It’s either win or nothing, we don’t lose. Yeah it’s a tough road when you grow up being taught that you’re not allowed to fail. Isn’t that how most of us are raised? You’re not allowed to make mistakes. You have to watch every move you make, you have to win win win. Always win. In the end, you don’t even try the things you know you wont succeed at because there is no
When you’re lying awake at night, and the sound of silence fills your room, what do you think about? Do you wish you could be thinner? Do you imagine yourself richer, happier, more successful? We all have those moments. Weakness, when we allow ourselves, just for a second, to let our guard down. To accept that somewhere beneath the facade is a dream. A longing. A desire.
This is a story about the time my life was flipped completely upside down by a movie but starting at the end seems silly, so let me start where good writers start, at the beginning. When I was an undergrad student, I was 19 and alone in a new country for the first time. I had an awesome life. I stayed out late partying, had tonnes of friends, put in the bare minimum for my education and passed all my classes anyway. I loved my life. My favourite club was
I love travelling! I think I was born with my passport in my hand and my bags packed. By the time I was 11 years old I had been to Europe 8 times. I had been lucky enough to come into the world as a part of a family who believed in exploring. Although we originally came from Swaziland, my fathers sisters had moved to various countries in Europe, so growing up, I got to visit them. While other children spent their Christmas holidays at home, I was exploring Rome
This is a list, in no particular order, of things I absolutely don’t want to live without. My husband Gerard who is my absolute best friend. There isn’t a nicer person in the whole world than him and I am so incredibly lucky to have him in my life. Good food– I love medium rare steak with chips, oysters smothered in lemon juice and tabasco sauce, sushi and hearty cheese board. My handbag collection – I am an absolute bag lady and love nothing more than extending the collection in my