I spend my life in a state of not-satisfied, not because I’m not content, but because I am afraid of getting comfortable. I’m always working. Nothing is ever good enough. My best work is ahead of me still. There’s still more to be done. But I am very grateful. Always grateful. This blog post is to remind you, and myself,
Nine weeks ago, I dislocated my kneecap. Before you jump to conclusions, this did not happen on the pole. This happened doing a lunge. Yes, you read that right, a LUNGE on the floor. It was severe enough for the studio to call an ambulance, and for me to be in crutches for supposedly six weeks. Six weeks of no
As far as I can remember, I’ve always struggled to make friends. In school, I had a couple friends, only one of whom I really stayed in frequent contact with; checking in on each other every week or so, until a couple months pass and you’re like “Where the hell have you been, update time”. I never really made friends
I love failure. Yeah, you read that right. I love failure; I live to fail. I enjoy every moment of it. But I wasn’t always like this. I hated it and I allowed it to consume me to the point of paralysis once. Never again. This is what I’ve learned… If I received a penny for every time I failed,
Yeah, you heard right, I’m officially a pole dancer. And not the type that strips for a living. For the last two months, I’ve been consistently going to pole fitness training and I’m hooked! I am now at a level where I can comfortably start sharing my journey and growth (because I can actually get off the ground now!). My
It often seems that every time I write something of late, someone must send me a message highlighting the fact that I’m always so angry and I need to smile more. If I smiled any more my face would be permanently like that, for I would be smiling not out of genuine happiness, but because someone else is displeased that
For months, I’ve stared at a blank Scrivener page on my iPad, paralysed by the thought of vulnerability and showing my battle scars. I’ve spent years fantasising over the emotional rollercoaster it will be to finally tell my story; to finally show the world what reality can be for me, that I’m not just a pretty face, but made of
Often, I have to explain to people why I “waste” money on expensive Apple products. Granted, I could come back with the old, “it’s my money, and I can do what I want with it,” but it’s a bit rude, and I like Apple and appreciate all the work Apple Developers do, so I’ll do some word of mouth marketing
I’ve glossed over the last year of my life, and I’ve seen mostly struggle. I’ve had a couple of great days and those were amazing days; however, most of my last year has been full of pain on levels that I’d rather not describe. How I’ve managed to go through this with my sanity just about in check, I do
This business took everything. Two marriages. Two cars. Homes. Money. Sanity. Everything. How ready are you to open a business? There is no founder on the planet who has lost absolutely nothing in the process of gaining success. If anyone has ever told you that, call bullshit immediately. I refuse to believe that someone opened a business, and shot to
There are three truths. Yours, the other persons, and the actual truth. Truth is a funny thing. It makes me laugh honestly (Is that a truth? It’s my truth, but is it yours?). But seriously, what is true? How can you tell if anything is true? Are your memories true, or are they your brain's warped version of the truth?
As life flows around its obstacles, you grow and change; and I am no exception. This blog has seen so much change over the years and as I look back on the last five years, I see how much I have grown, changed and achieved. And I’m so very grateful for those experiences that molded me into the person I
No, I am not speaking about the rancid, yellow crap in the supermarket. I’m talking about the good, rich, clear, homemade stuff you can purchase at your local market from mostly an old, indian lady, who makes and uses it herself. My grandmother swore by the thing; she made it herself (according to my memory), and she believed it was
Life is busy…. it’s a circus. But there is one thing that can bring some clarity to your life, some grounding, some focus – and that’s the calendar. In biblical times, back when people used paper to write things down, there existed a phenomenon called ‘diaries’ and people would map out their day’s appointments, meetings and tasks in this ‘diary’
My fiancé posted a link on Facebook at 5am this morning about coming to terms with your own mortality. Naturally, I commented “why were you online at that time of the morning” but what I really wanted to ask him was why was he reading that at 5 in the morning. I clicked the link and read the post, and
