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letting go

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

A few weeks ago, my doorbell rang. It was my uncle dropping off some things from my grandmother’s house. You see, my grandmother died in January. A few days after my 33rd birthday – while I was lying in hospital. This woman had been like my mother. For ten years of my life she took care of me, she brushed my hair, she dressed me, she made my lunch. She loved me like I was her child. When I turned 13, I packed my bags and moved in with my

This weekend was a tough one for me. It was the first time I’ve chosen to leave my baby in the care of someone else for a reason other than being in hospital. A few weeks ago we came across a great discounted offer for a Bed & Breakfast in a little town about 45 minutes from where we live. We decided that we needed a break from our real lives, from our drama and the last 3 months. So we booked ourselves in. I have been so excited about

Since I was a little girl I’ve had this huge bag. It’s big and old. I’ve taken it everywhere. I carried it to my grandparents when my parents got divorced, I carried it into my father’s house at age 13. I moved with that big bag into my mother’s house and in between, I put so much in it, it could hardly close. At 19, I packed that bag with even more things too precious to leave behind and I moved it to Cape Town. Broken relationships, wounded hearts, loss and

We don’t always choose to walk away. Sometimes, we stand in the middle of the road and we watch the ones we love walk away from us. We wait for that moment when they will turn around and look at us, realise the mistake they are making and come running back into our open arms. We hope as we stand there that the world will send us a sign that shows us that we are all they ever wanted.

 “Nothing is as important as passion. No matter what you want to do with your life, be passionate.” Jon Bon Jovi Find your passion and you find your purpose,  was about living your life in a way that is true to your passion but we might not always know what our passions are. Until recently, my passion had nothing to do with blogging, or at least I had no idea that it did. Our passions make us who we are and it’s important that we identify what they are even if we

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

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