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Let’s start at the very beginning Do Ray Me fa so la ti do
Finding a way to win
We try and try again
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As candy coated as my world was created to be nothing ever goes according to Plan or unforeseen circumstances arises . You faced with challenges perhaps when things just turned out to be good . Relationships become tarnished . You carry scars from disappointment and you doubt yourself or become isolated in a room full of people.It always sucks to be in a predicament but its important to push through it. I found that the most challenging experiences I have had is when you give up on yourself that is the moment people give up on you.How do I not quit on myself? Here are some of the things that helped me through crappy situations
- If God shows up for you you need to show up for him. Appreciate the second chance you get each waking day
- Count your blessings gratitude influence your attitude
- Hearing the word of God Faith comes by hearing and hearing the word of God
- This life is not about you its way more than just your here and now
- Indulge in the Pretty Things. There is hope in the beauty that surrounds you
This was so meant for me. First off you killed me with your choice of words”bitch fest” ahs and jahs. It is always fun reading your blogs.
This was meant for me because I have been dealing with an internal bitch fest. I live in Sandton now and making the effort to call home in Cape Town is such a mission. No one picks up at the peek of my fumes. So I am just like forget it I will sulk for the next few days and then get over myself.
I have been senior in my position for nearly 4 years still earning the same salary since I started. I am training new staff that earns a R1000 more than me. Finding another job I haven’t been winning. My HR Manager hasn’t bothered to respond to my email. I can do more than a lot of the people in my office space. but you know what the fudge here I am in the same old financial boat.
However reading this post was such a wake up call like I could use this time to study the people around me and better myself for when the opportunity avails itself.
I literally bookmarked this post just so that I can have a read through it again at home. Cause this hasn’t totally sink in yet but the timing couldn’t be more perfect for me.
Oh Yeah we celebrated our 8 year Anniversary. Whoop Whoop. Now Let’s not all get Belgian Waffel and Nutella Happy… It is all great to embrace love and romance but the core of it has no filter and becomes the result of a forever kind of love.
This is not a beautiful disaster blog post. This post is all about how we survived 8 years and counting.
Shaka the bae has been a huge chunk of my blog. Mainly because my blogs are lengthy extracts of real life experiences and the relationships formed there of. Don’t worry if you a new friend don’t be scared I won’t write about you without your consent… Nudge Skru skru
We spent a while just being close friends before we made it official well I guess it became official when I started lying to everyone. And let me just tell you even during this time we never did go all the way. I am just putting it out there because it would be easy to assume oh well the only reason I lied was because we did it and I was sooooh attached like come on no.
Why was he worth disappointing everyone?
What inspired me to lie and go all in to give us a chance was this. He wanted all cards out on the table of what our intentions were. Like these words came from his mouth. He wanted to know where I was at and where I am hoping to head with him . We had this grown up conversation and he was being serious. He truly had set the tone of our relationship in this instance. I knew in this moment he had potential to be the first boyfriend. I had flings before.Guys I had the hots for but my parents were very old school and none of these hotties were prepared to sit up with this but Shaka was. I told him this is what came inside my luggage and he accepted who I was and what came with me
My Mom literally chased him Home from the doorway of her’s
The first time he came to my moms house was an epic disaster. I am not even going to go down this road all I will say is that any mother should have reacted that way. We got caught. I was left with no choice there was no way we could recover from getting caught after going to a club at 15 years old while being with this older guy. Oh MY HAT YES I KNOW PLEASE GROUND JUST OPEN UP AND SWALLOW ME IN.
What it was like sneaking around can you imagine?
During this time we never had the influence of anyone steering our ship. We rocked the boat with just each other. We had no money never went on a proper date for the first two years just our sneaky get away to a library and memories in his moms home. I cant remember him having a stable job till after I ended High School. He wasn’t one of those guys with a great reputation in academics. He came to school late and never did his home work. He failed the 11th grade. He wasn’t on paper ideal for me. He was the captain of the athletics team but the reputation jocks have the odds was against me. Despite the noise I found a heart of gold and a gentlemen. Whenever we would spend time at his moms home. He would always make me a cup of tea with a saucer with the spoon along side to dip my tea bag. Like whaaaat what guy does that ? Well a gentlemen right.
We never had a proper date as I have mentioned in 2 years no “lets get milkshake somewhere”because of being afraid of that third eye squealing on me.
So celebrating our 8 year Anniversary we had a dinner for two to spite the old days. We had a really good evening at Eatalian’s restaurant we spoiled ourselves with desert treats and explored the Micheal Angelou lounge and shopping mall at night. It was simply stunning….
Have you ever met someone whom you could totally NOT imagine yourself being good friends with. Fast forward nearly 3 years later . Well that is pretty much the start of how I met Momentswithr&l.
It has surely been a while but let me start by saying how I have missed you. As per my last blog post. I challenged myself to a 30 day blogging challenge . I have been taged by a blogging bud and it started off amazingly. Moments with R&L is a fairly new blogger and her fresh and edgy perspective kept me going. You have to read more about her over here.
I threw in the towel at day 21. I know right? So close yet so far. Up until day 21 sticking to this challenge became a lot more challenging as it should. To be honest it revealed to me so much in the mist of my exhaustion and writers block. I found a sense of purpose for my blog in particular. A lot of the topics should have excited me in ways the post should have been 2000 words or more. For example what’s in my handbag? I love watching those videos and reading other people’s blogs regarding that sort of thing. But it wasn’t my thing or at times when I felt forced to write and ended up doing so half heartedly .
I had to go back to the drawing board and measure the why’s and what’s about being a bornfreewitht online. Which was perfect! Never be discourage by failing publicly or privately . Guys in all fairness I could have pushed through but I wasnt determined right ? I could have made this challenge my b!#$& but I didn’t have the willingness it took. So this is what I learned . Always see failing as an opportunity to grow. That is exactly my thinking. I now have a clear perspective with what I should be challenging myself and my readers. I have learned that my limit was way to low and my standard of giving up should be a bit higher. I am sure you can relate if one thing goes wrong in your day your attiude start spiraling out of control and more things result in distress.
I have to say this 30 day challenge opened a can of worms . I was amazed by the topics that were thought provoking and that puzzled me for a bit. I loved reading through those past days cause I am reminded how I had no idea where I was headed initially with whatever topic of the day I was approaching. It was really cool getting creative with my experiences and what I had to offer the topic and the challenge. I would still dare you to try challenging yourself for 30 days . Especially if you new to blogging. It might set boundaries for you. You get to discover what you comfortable with. And whether you down for half hearted post. How far you can push yourself and even explore new limits to quitting. Sometimes it is never about what you fail at or how to measure what you going through its more of how you feel about what you failed at or what you experiencing.
Ever see someone go through the same thing you have gone through but their reaction is the complete opposite to yours . It’s because their feeling is not the same. It’s all about the feels .
At the start of challenging myself the past month felt shakey for me . I was frustrated in work and my personal life and to my rescue came a beautiful mentor. Our relationship flourished and started by The connect group say what! Have a go at my post detailing the Connect group experience . I almost ended up not going and if I hadn’t . I would have never met Nay. Nay is a gorgeous soul that truly identifies the potential women in me. Our friendship is really indescribable but I will try. I am her about 5 years ago . Where I am at she has been. We met for an afternoon tea party. The first time I had anyone over to our new place since moving. Shaka and I are always out and about with our peeps. So as you can imagine the setting was very intimate, personal New but not awkward in anyway. We haven’t had one on one time before. I started pueking verbally with where I was at in my life how I was feeling. She had recently filmed a testimony of her experiences with our church’s creative team. I unfortunately missed it and so had she. It was played on the screens in church on a Sunday we both hadn’t been present in service . So after having verbal diarrhoea she intervened and said I need to show you something a friend had sent her a clip that was played in church about her sit down interview. And as we watched it together . Everything I had just uttered was an exact reflection of her journey . I was so amazed . We different in so many ways but we found common ground in our 20 something approach to life . Our conversation this late afternoon was a turning point to my month. It opened doors for me. It gave me a fresh perspective . My mom and I had hour long conversations around this time . I despreatly needed maturity from women who lead by example . To give you an outline I was dissapointed in myself this affected my vibe with shaka and it was a hard time dealing with new experiences I was finding difficult. I didnt know how to resolve them and it became overwhelming to a point. This challenged me in areas a bit more personal than the pages of this blog. Nay’s lengthy Convo gave me courage to be more honest with myself. I had a tendency to sugar coat how I am really doing but she made me so comfy in being raw and unedited . It felt freeing to share things that one would be more reserved with. I have a feeling Nay will be a feature on this blog more than I realise but I had to share how powerful just doing something can be . Just ending up going to something you might feel hesitant about. What having one on one time with someone could really mean. How freeing being honest with someone can help you and not intimadate you. It just takes that one push in doing it whatever it is. A call an invite an attendance .
Guard the doors you open. Not all doors can be good for you. But find wisdom in the experiences of life and you will just know . When you open yourself up to people it can shift the tone to the hopes of your life. I can vouch for that. Opening myself up to you gives me hope that you can find refuge in my 20 something voice. Since Nay and I met a few connect sessions later and the usual day to day. Here is what’s to come. A sorter update down below.
I celebrated my 8 year annivrsary with Shaka it was so sweet. Nicky who I will chat about in my next post gave me life in a day similar to Friday the 17th. Moments with R& L and I had an epic girl time adventure. Oh yeah !look forward to our post detailing our sleep over and roof top picnic. I Recieved an invitation to Sisters of Africa’s conference which is taking place this week over a 3 day course. Lip Synch Sandton take the city had Shaka and I by the balls… I will save the magic of it in post all later this month.
So be sure to plug in and say Hi , comment down below if any of the above has you in feels . I have been reading a great book. In my absence in posting I have been browsing through WordPress and discovered cool bloggers.
It is the start of spring a new chapter and summery do over . This month is going to be a great one. xoxo T
It has been two years since living in Sandton. And Girrrrrl let me tell you this has not been the easiest road. I felt I voiced a lot of relatable experiences in my lengthy Convo series. That I wanted to start a New One based off living away from Home as a 20 something year old.
When I relocated from Cape Town I was the first among my peers to dare. I just had my Matric certificated failed attempts at studying. A job in the communication / retail industry and a heart full of enthusiasm for all and more.
My bae Shaka and I were on the edge of dreaming big. I mean bigger than we ever had before. To move in together. To travel together and hustle together for more. We had not much too loose but our rooms in our parents home. I guess our dignity if we had to fail. But ahduh if you don’t know this yet then let me tell you. Failing is growth so either way there wasn’t that much at stake. You can’t learn from something you haven’t failed at .
Shaka has traveled many times before. I on the other hand did not. His been to Germany , Las Vegas his been to Jhb More than I can remember. He has traveled on temporary basis but living in another city is a whole other dimension and to do this together was a New experience for each one of us.
We were dating for 5 years in already. We never had on and off break up’s . But we always toughen up through any one of our fair share ” running on empty experiences”. You know what I mean? We were past the infatuation stage and ready to venture big in the real world.
For more on what it was like relocating click over here
I am one of those control freaks who is set on being my version of successful. I like so many others dared to relocate for my version of success. I am still trying to figure out what exactly that is. All I know is that right now I am not even close to it
Sandton compared to where I am from is way more
There are a ton more but to give you the just that is my core of why I am still here.
My Only heart felt struggle is that I am not synced into any of the above. I am still trying to figure my life out . I found difficulty to thrive in any of the above. I must be doing something wrong. I cant be in the space that I am in. With all that surrounding me and not be flourishing with all the areas I have mentioned.
I feel that for the past two years and counting so much cool things has happened and I have grown a ton but In terms of my goal flow I am in the same place as before . I haven’t been achieving the “big stuff”.
There have been a few times where I was just too hard on myself and of course wanted to throw in the towel over here
I had a lengthy Convo with my Mom a few days ago. About this and things we generally don’t talk about. This was a 45 min call . I was on the roof top of where I work . I Had a good cry and just soaked in the energy of the sunset and busyness of Sandton. The sun was a gorgeous pink with red and yellow undertones . People were literally walking below the building with suite cases on their way to the Gaustation. The horizon of the skyscrapers were finding rest while the work day came closer to an end. Traffic was at it’s peek already and on the other side of the building you could view the peacefulness of the residential estates.
To be honest I am puzzled I just came through piecing my emotions together. This Blog space is the coolest ventilation machine ever. Sharing this for the heart that is meant to read it. Blows breath into my journey. I shared this with you guys because I know what it is like to get advice from a turtle instead of a giraffe. You can’t explain to a giraffe what a turtle can only understand. Td Jakes couldn’t have said it any better over here
By all means I say do it. You don’t have to move here permanently. You can always transfer back to wherever home is for you. I haven’t met any one my age that wanted to be here till the end of time. We always yearning for more. I see myself settling down in Cape Town. But I feel comfortable here now. Of course I don’t want to be here for quite too long. The bae and I do want to travel and live and work abroad.
Things never go according to plan & our paths won’t be alike if you had to try. A lot of my friends found Job success way quicker than I did. Some never liked it. But from my experience there is more positives than negatives that came out of daring to do this. You live you learn and grow. It is always easy to attain everything. The hard part is to maintain it kinderish but what is even harder is to afford to have more.
The following is normally factors to consider when relocating things I thought about but didn’t fathom until I experienced it myself.
I have had many instances where I was in the position well we were , the bae and I. To splurge on a car but we both live and work walking distance from work. So was it really going to be beneficial? We want to travel and we were both in agreement that we don’t need a car right now and right here. Public transport I have never had an issue with around Sandton. When we need to travel a bit further out we go along with friends Uber or Sleep Over. Young Wild and Free Vibes.
I have never felt uncomfortable or unsafe around Sandton. Of course their are incidents that occur like everywhere else. I read the Sandton Chronicle. But nothing dramatic traumatized me other than my own emotional drama like I can never win chants. Fortunately where I have always lived. We have boom gates and private security. My previous studio apartment came with a panic button , home alarm , gate control. But remember nothing is guaranteed. You just have to be cautious and use your common sense to avoid crime. We were at a bar once in Braamfontein. We had a great time and then there was this obvious drunk f@!% who wanted to get slutry with me. And we just left and went to a better bar that we wouldn’t have found if that never happened. So remain positive at all times.
Look there are places that are expensive and there are places which is reasonable. Our first studio apartment was in Rivonia which was super convenient for work and traveling. We paid R4400 for an open plan studio living pad. We had a garden pool and tennis court. Security. Laundry could be done on the premises. This included water and electricity. Partial furniture was added too. It was enough room for the two of us. We had and spacious if we had people over. The landlord was just such and ass. Over time as per normal rent does increase and you just get over all your landlords B@!3s%&*
Compared to Cape Town Spaza shops is not a thing around Sandton. Spice shops are ridiculously over priced here compared to home. Here is no stores like Shoprite Pep or Makro. You have to travel out. In a nutshell food and essentials watch out for checkers and PnP and WoolWorths specials. They worth the pocket change that you will have left.
Ask For help
People are generally willing to guide or advice you if you had to ask. Reach out to people in a sincere manner. I know what it is like to be in a new town overwhelmed by your own expectations. I had so much pride I eventually had steam coming from my ears after running empty not knowing how to cope at times I feel like I have failed. Try chatting to a stranger which is quite normal that’s how friendly people are here. Your uber driver the gaubus driver. The person next to you on a bench. The always approach you in a non judgmental way.
Those calls home meant everything to me especially in the beginning before things even got hard. I feel like it’s always best to not call just when you in trouble but make up for the time missed out. Ask what’s for supper. How your grandparents health are. If there is anything new and how the things are that may be old. Besides people cant help but share tragic news either which are golden convos that remind you why you in a new place and never loose sight of that ultimate reason. No matter how home sick you are. Video calls are the funniest. Pretending to fake phone freeze. The time whatsap call had no audio and I would write down my response on post notes and show it to the camera.
In case of Emergency
Have that savings account for that emergency rush to the hospital or flight home whatever. Get that credit card and be wise with it. Also have your ducks in a row register a local gp in your new city and keep your secondary gp at home. Find out what your registered hospital is for your medical aid plan. Update your emergency contact No. Have a emergency list in your new home. For private cabs or the local police station. Whatever you can think of in case of emergency. Have them thought out practically.
This is a bit different for me. This is a sort of Book review but real talk entrepreneurship session. If you read Sticky Situations in Sandton. You will know that after high school I struggled. I knew I couldn’t go study like everyone else. I needed to get a job. More importantly I needed to gain experience because everyone was looking to hire someone with experience.
It was really tough I tried a lot of things. That year 2013 I sat at home basically unemployed. I wasn’t really at home all day but that’s what they say when you don’t have a permanent J.O.B. I would go with Shaka to the library and apply to available vacancies and varsity even though I knew I had no money. I applied to nonpaying internships. A lot of the places I mailed never advertised nonpaying internships. I just requested anyway. While I was on Cape Town Tv . That’s right but for now let me digress.
Start Up Company experience
I interned at a startup registered company called DMC. My role was to market this start up on social media. It was BEE registered. I was in the process of being signed up legally for shares. Even though the company wasn’t really making money yet. I just absolutely lived each day for this experience.
I went with them to apply for tenders. Went to the manufacturing and supply headquarters. I even got to attend seminars and SMME workshops .Every day we had something lined up. I corresponded with sales and marketing divisions from local shopping center management.
Learning the how to and being exposed to entrepreneurial culture. I worked with the owners. For 4 months till things fell apart. I learned on the go however the co-founder gifted me this book How to stop being just an employee by Keith Camelon Smith.
I read it from start to finish. There is nothing complicated about this book. l felt that the language used was easily understandable for my age at the time . The lessons learned in the book can vary. It’s not only about how to be a better boss but how you as an employer view your employees. What the difference is between the two also.
I read this book years ago. It was 2013 I was 19 years old. I wrote a few things down in my journal.
Not giving too much away. No spoilers alert. If you can give this book a go. It took me a total of 4 evenings. To read and comprehend and journal notes. I think this is relevant to your day to day job and blogging spirit.
Comment down below if you know the entrepreneurial struggle. What self-help books has guided you xoxo T
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so why are we being introduced to Maya when I am suppose to tell you about how I am going to kick ass with my Bucket List. Well stating this online and doing this in my personal time. Is measured on two different scales. Maya has helped me in my personal time. If she has for me then hopefully she can pull through for you.
In my previous post I have listed how I got this situation started. I have looked at 4 areas and have listed 20 “must do items ” that I will have to complete before I am 30.
Embrace the 20’s
At first I didn’t find doing a bucket list online as easy as everyone else . I really had to think about mine. I googled examples but I couldn’t relate to the first few samples I saw. Do you know the feeling?
Whenever I am puzzled in ways I want to find personal growth. I try and paper my thoughts. I take a step back from what I am doing. Scribble in my journal. Mind map where I am at.Make notes of What is it that I would like to be better at . The next obvious step is to be practical with the how and take action of course.
I learned this from a high school teacher. I remember being bitter at the way I looked . I was skinny and tall . I got tease for it. I had really bad acne I was insecure about not having a ton of friends like Mrs Lewis. And here is this teacher who is going on and on about making a list and to change the things you want to change . I was like how is a list going to change how I feel. Are you kidding me ? I was prim and proper during my Primary School Years but their would always be that skunk who would troll on my image. I don’t hold grudges I am just expressive alllll…..right!
But really now making a list? This is not going to stop someone from saying hurtful things to me . I went to this teacher after class and I said what was on my mind . I expressed how personal and frustrating it was to hear that lesson when I felt like it was no good to me. Once I finished and she advised me . I was so relieved that I had said it. I blurred things out I wouldn’t generally say .
Saying how I felt was such a relief. But I couldn’t always go to someone who I felt would appreciate my vulnerability. I didn’t want my teachers to see me differently. I wanted to be known as responsible and a girl with great potential . Not someone who was troubled with insecurities. So I journal-ed .
Having a diary was hard because my grandmother would read it. Despite finding new places to hide them. When I found Shaka my bae . I finally trusted someone enough to share things with. I had a journal at his place . I kept dating him as a secrete too . Oh well that is a story for another day. We were not the ideal fit for my family and understandably so. He was much older than I was.
I still have the tendancy to be very private . I don’t confront anyone easily. If I am in pain I have this natuarl urge to resist sharing my heartache with anyone because of how use to” keeping things private “has always been for me .
Consider the times I told people how I felt and they ran off to share that to someone else . To get the just it would be a friend at school or church member or a relative . Yo alot of people in my circle did me wrong with privacy but I don’t love them any less. They are who they are. In the end this helped shaped me .
If you can relate drop your experiences down in the comments
Haaaay Babes if you have been enjoying my blog reads. I just want to say thank you for taking the time to catch up with me. I love making friends from across the globe on this platform. If you new a warm welcome to you. The best place to start is Sticky Situations in Sandton .
When you guys visit my site I always want you to feel like it’s about to go down lol
Here is what you need to know about this Blog Journey
Before this blog or in fact before I was ever introduce to bloggers and Pinterest or other medium’s similar. I use to scrap book as a Kid. I would cut out all those bomb ass images. From date night Ideas , Fashion and whatever inspo spoke to me. I would paste these images in a scrapbook. Write little notes next to them. They would be something along the lines of how bad I want to experience a romantic memory or Why I need those boots. A lot of my unexpected memories I was proud to experience also went in my scrapbook. Like the first time I was on a train far away from home . Or my first flight ticket.
I still kinder nurture my scrapbook. I love having a browse through it especially this past winter. I feel like during these colder times when you particularly don’t want to be outdoors. This is a great artsy fartsy soul session for you. I will say there is nothing better than kicking it old school. There is something so satisfying about recreating a blank page into a hearty frame of hopefulness.
Anyhoo as I grew older I heard the term bucket list from the movie Bucket List. Over the years this has become such a thing. Unknowingly I had a bucket list compiled in my scrapbook. Which later I started doing vision boards. I signed up for Pinterest and now I have decided to go public on my very own online diary.
Here is a few facts about Bucket Listing if you don’t already know . To be fair some of these I never knew until right now .
I can’t invest my time into things that don’t have intention or a depth of meaning. The worst thing is wanting something for myself that doesn’t add value to anyone else” but myself”. So I drew up a mind map of where I am right now and who I would like to be . Of course my bucket list is my how to. I don’t like to overwhelm myself with things I hope for when I am at grandma’s stage. So I put together a practical yet daring “must do” on my bucket list .
In spirit of being 20 something I have listed 20 “must do’s” on my bucket list. I divided 4 between each category.
If you have tried doing a bucket list leave your blog post or thoughts on your experiences in the comments below. I would love to read up on yours xoxo T
To be continued
I can’t stop the beating heart of a 19 year friendship. Mrs Lewis is a huge part of my life and she will be a big chunk of my blog space so please catch up if you haven’t already.
We have been best friends for most of our lives . Our friendship of course experienced highs and lows. We had our not on “speaking term” moments . Our parents always prepped us for the time we would out grow each other. We complete opposites and have only a few things in common . My grandmother never liked my best friend for such a long time because of our differences so that conflict really added to our odds .
What worked in our favor was that we were each others first loves . We adored each other so much . We had great admiration for one another .She inspired me in so many ways , I inspired her too. We could dream big and not be ashamed of wanting similar things that felt impossible.
The thing is when we shared our crazy dreams with our other friends they would always want what we wanted . Or would bash our hearts desire’s and share them with their friends .They never safe guarded our dreams . Does this ring a bell to you?
Mrs Lewis and I protected each others fantasy and hopes. We kept them to ourselves.
We could trust sharing things to each other that might have not made sense to everyone else . We prayed for each other more than we prayed for ourselves . We wrote letters and diary entries that would be kept at her house . In my home they wouldn’t be safe because my grandmother would always read through my journal . Our diary entries were never anything drastic it was just things that we wanted or how we felt and we never wanted anyone to shame us for the way we felt or the things we wanted .
We appreciated a unspoken pack that was made clear in our lengthy conversation. When she told me anything hearty I knew I would treasure her vulnerability till the day I die. She didn’t even have to say please lets just keep this between us. This is why we don’t have to see each other 24/7. And hear from each other all the time , we shared an understanding that not just anyone could hack .
Like I mentioned we were complete opposites. we had our own group of friends .For our 12 year of schooling together . She would hang out with kids that I wouldn’t necessarily see eye to eye with but I always wondered why when all our friends were gone we would always find ourselves alone talking about things we wouldn’t normally chat to our daily friends about.
Those prayers letters and lengthy convo’s shaped they way I appreciate a great friendship today. We live in different cities currently she’s a wife and mom with a great job. I am so lucky to have learned all that I have from our lengthy Convo’s
“Best Friends are a promise not a label”
Comment below if you share a similar friendship or what great memories formed out of your lengthy convo’s with a best friend .
Shaka My bae’s mom have a heart of gold . She can talk for hours . I have learned so much from her though . They say a girl Chooses a guy who resembles her father and vice versa for a guy. As much as Shaka’s mom and I have a few things in common. We differ in ways I wish I could be more like her.
I am quite the opposite. I admire all those characteristics and have been trying to better myself.
I will admit there is way more to love about her than just the few that I admire . She raised a son who has a heart of gold too. This would top the rest .
She is so open . I could ask her anything. Lately I have sucked in staying in touch with her more. I have been so occupied in work and things happening closer to me . I haven’t made the effort to value who she is more than I should .
She leads by example in every thing she has unknowingly taught me . I would watch her be away from home for work. When she finally returns home she still ooze with energy and compassion for others . She would make time to go to her friends down the street. I have been such a loner as a kid I only had Mrs Lewis and Shaka . I am so comfortable with being on my own. If I come home from work sometimes . I don’t want to have Shaka squeeze me the way he does .
I could be in a room full of people but would rather be alone . I am a total Gemini. She has shown me that if you value what’s important and you try and engage with people despite how you feel in that moment . Talking to someone is way more valuable than being one sided. You not only feel empowered by engaging in conversation. You don’t just add something to the table. Other people evolve from you too. They gain a sense of knowledge or comfort in knowing they spent time with you.
We always talk about her past. What she was like when she was younger . How she felt when she was my age . The last time I went home to cape town .I spent time with her. I took a trip by myself Shaka had to stay in Sandton for work. I slept over by her for a few days . She showed me older pictures . We had a pamper sesh. We went to the cinema. We visited relatives of Shaka whom I had never met before . We had lots of lengthy Convos .
I don’t feel like I am great at being present for her in the same light that she has been. I hope to hold onto opportunities like this while striving to create more .
Potential mother in laws while they still present shouldn’t be an insecure factor like it’s been for me .
She taught me tricks in the kitchen like 1 min pizza base. Her fav tart recipes or just that beautiful cup of tea.
You can always count on her for availing her heart. She would share a scripture for you if it was your birthday . The first time she sat me down on my birthday I felt her warmth for the very first time . As she read me a verse she had her hands on mine. This was so unforgettable.
If it’s not your potential mother in law but someone who leads by example with connecting you to other people . Leave an experience in the comments below .