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.
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Living Americanah
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…
Thinking About Therapy
This week we’re going to discuss my biggest takeaways from my short time in therapy and what kind of therapy I chose to undertake and why. If you are wondering whether it’s worth your while at all, this should give you some idea.
A Love Letter to Those that Hurt Me
I’ve been thinking about how people we’ve cared about – people we’ve chosen – have the power to change our minds and indeed our lives. Here is a love letter to those people who’ve changed mine.
Tossing the Shitty Aspects of Myself into the Bin
Now don’t get me wrong – I am not a garbage heap of a person – but I recognise that there are parts about myself that are not necessarily conducive to my own happiness. So they have to go. Or I need to get better at dealing with them.
Or accept them altogether.
Figuring Out Basic Things About Myself
I suppose it is a good thing that I still tend to surprise myself. Which I have done, with the answer I came to when thinking about this question. What is the Greatest Love of my Life? I was watching a Vanity Fair interview with Stephen Colbert, where they had asked him this question andContinue reading “Figuring Out Basic Things About Myself”
A Fine End to a Cruel Year
2020 has come to a close and lets think about anything other than resolutions and workout plans. Please.
Napping Away 3 Weeks of my Life
This week I’m focusing on what it actually means to be an adult. What are the criteria? Should there be criteria? Are we all just in a constant state of growing up, never to be fully grown?
Hopefully we can figure it out.
Stressing Out About The Very Passage Of Time
Not only have my own first times been on my mind, but also everyone else’s. Everyone whose first time involves me. Any kind of first. First Kiss. First Colleague. First Friend. The intense interconnection of all of us, of everyone I know.
