I’ve finally learnt that life is not about getting all the answers you want but about enjoying the process of thinking about them.
Category Archives: Confused 22
Beginnings and Endings
I think I stand with a lot of people when I say that the past year has brought around a lot of internal change for me. Well, to be honest, a lot of external change as well.
The Fear of Admitting a Goal of Childlessness
I’m tired. I am so tired of being made to feel lesser, emotionless, short-sighted, naïve, young, stupid, thoughtless…just because I don’t want to have children. Boom. There it is.
Why is that such a difficult sentence to put out onto the internet? Even now I’m dreading any comments that may come up trying to convince me of my non-ethical ways.
Ha Ha Ha … I guess
Why is it that I thought that every aspect of my life needed to be so meaningful? So serious? So life-alteringly complex. Some moments are just moments. Just there to be lived in. Enjoyed. Made fun of.
How Young is too Young to Start Planning Your Life?
I’ve spoken about therapy before here and hello – I’m about to again. I freaking LOVE what I got from therapy. All I needed was some reframing of my mindset and it felt like life wasn’t actually so bad. That I didn’t need to be weighed down by my past and my own doubts. Those are all feelings that I can control.
Realising that I’m not the Only Human in Existence
So now I’m realising that my experience as a human being is not necessarily determined by me, and it makes me upset. I like to have control, we all do, but this is uncontrollable. This is the course of history. This is the progression of humanity.
I Cannot Stop Thinking About Nothing
Have you ever come across a concept or a thought, in like a movie or a novel, that stays with you far longer than the plot or the characters? It’s been about 5 years since I read The Witch of Portobello and while I couldn’t recount it save for the major plot points, there is a concept I came across in the novel that I can’t stop thinking about.
Getting Excited About Boring Concepts
Believe me when I say I am head over freaking heels for the written word. So in my love-drunk stupor, I had a thought about language that frankly blows my little brain.
This week I’ve been thinking about living in America vs. my childhood in South Africa. The fundamental difference – The American Dream.
I mean also…location, mentality, just about almost everything… but lets focus on the American Dream, shall we?
Recognising that I have actual control over my own body
When I got that tattoo, dude I realised that the opinions of others over my own body are worthless. I’m marked now with a permanent fixture that reflects back so much love and understanding…