Week 9 – Funny Pregnancy Story

Week 9 – Funny Pregnancy Story

You have heard them before: your best friend telling you about the time she was watching tv and all of a sudden she burst into tears; or that time you sister was doing the dishes and she just started crying. In both instances, the ladies were pregnant. At this moment in my life, there are 6 women in my life who are pregnant. 6! I guess there must be something in the water! And when I think of the changes that their bodies are currently going through, I think back to 3 years ago when I first held that positive pregnancy test in my hand. Little did I know that just a few months later, I would have my very own ‘hormonal-moment’. So I think I was about 7 months pregnant, heavy, big, tired and sitting in the passenger seat of our car. Hubby was driving...

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Week 8 – Dear Younger Self

Week 8 – Dear Younger Self

Dear Younger Self Many years from now, you are going to look back on the life you have lived and wonder where it all went pear-shaped. You will ask the million-dollar question: What is my purpose? And you will have wasted away hours upon hours, trying to find your purpose, whilst still trying to keep those around you happy. You need to stop. Stop living your life, making other people happy and being miserable yourself. No-one is responsible for your happiness. Only you can decide for yourself to be happy and to work towards your own happiness. True happiness will not come from the butterflies you have in your tummy on first dates. It will not come from moving to greener pastures. It will not come from pursuing your dreams, while those around you don’t...

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Week 7: The Last Bad Day I Had

Week 7: The Last Bad Day I Had

We’ve all had them: and there are varying degrees of them too: Bad Days. And most of the time I can get through them with a bit of quiet time and a cup of rooibos tea. But then there are those rare ones, like the one I had about a month ago, where I literally am brimming with frustration and anxiety. I can’t remember the last time I had one of these, and I will admit that I certainly didn’t play nice at the end of that day. It was Thursday and the little Mouse was home for the second day in a row. Now usually, I can get through 1 full day. But this was Day 2. I had not showered since the Tuesday, my hair was a tangled mess which I swooped up into a lose bun. I had not vacuumed since Monday, so there were “Frozen Snowflakes and Snowball...

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Week 6: Something I think is holding me back

Week 6: Something I think is holding me back

I wrote a book – several actually. A very very very long time ago. I remember I was working for a Recruitment Company in Cape Town as the Receptionist and since I had always enjoyed writing and reading – I loved losing myself within the pages, character, scenes and life a good book – and because of my love for literature, I had started putting pen to paper and thereafter, transferring those written words onto a computer. One day my colleague asked me what I was always doing in the back office during my lunch break. She always saw me either reading a book, or with a pen in my hand scribbling into a note book. When I told her what I was doing, she was very interested and asked if I would let her one day read what I had written. I froze. As much as...

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Week 5: A Regret

I, for the most part, have always tried to live life with no regrets; take risks; be spontaneous. But who’s with me when I say that there most certainly is that one thing (or maybe a few things) I regret not doing or regret doing? Well, I do have a few regrets. Some of them are far too personal, even for a personal blog. But there are others that I am more than happy to share. One of those is something that I feel would quite possibly have resulted in me not being where I am today. So having said that: is it a regret? Or should I be glad things turned out differently? Well, let’s see… I regret leaving London. There, I said it. Back in the day, South Africa had a ‘good'(ish) relationship with the United Kingdom – as part of the...

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Week 4: Small things that make me happy

Week 4: Small things that make me happy

Someone recently asked me what she could do for me. It wasn’t like I needed help or found myself in a situation that I could not get out of. She genuinely just wanted to do something nice for me. And that, dearies is one of the small things that makes me happy. Not diamonds or a fancy new ride. Sure a nice house with a white picket fence, 2.5 kids and a Golden Lab Retriever would be nice too – but really? It’s the small things… A cup of Rooibos Tea with a couple of Ouma Rusks whilst sitting on the sofa reading a good book. Now that, my lovelies is the perfect way to spend an evening. I can count on my one hand the amount of times that has actually happened in the last 2 years. When you have a kid, you really do start appreciating the...

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