Cough cough, Sputter sputter

I am feeling the grip of flu closing it’s claws around me. My body aches. My eyes are tired. My head is stuffy. I have the Monday blues. I am trying to dose myself with as many meds as I possibly can, because tonight, folks, we are doing stocktake. Joy. I am drinking this terribly luminescent yellow boiling fluid, supposedly making you sweat out the fever and flu whilst scorching your entire mouth. I have already had two Grandpa headache powders, plus two effervescent tablets that my mother used to give us when we were younger. So I’m pretty dosed up. Not feeling too fabulous, to be honest. Not sure what to blog about either.

Side note: I’d love to start a food blog. The photographs are always so amazing, you can almost taste the food. I want to eat now. I think I have pseudo hunger pangs.

Much Love


A New Disease

I have just diagnosed myself with a brand new disease: OCDFS. It’s a serious strain of the OCD disease. It is Obsessive Compulsive Desire For Shoes. And I have got it bad. Dearie, I have got it bad. Although, I must say, mine is not limited to shoes. It’s all fashion.

But today, my compulsion is aimed at boots. Oh, the boots. If you recall, I have been searching for specific boots for ages. So yesterday, I found them, and my heart nearly stopped. I already went to fit them on, but alas, I think it looks silly. The heartache! The pain! But I will go back in my lunchtime (yes dear, I am working today) and try them on AGAIN, and send a picture of me wearing them to my trusted advisor and see what she thinks.

I will keep you posted.

On a different topic, I completely went on a food debauchery yesterday and I feel terrible. (I don’t even know if a person can write like that, there are probably a million things wrong with that sentence)  Today, I will try to eat something healthy. At least, I will try. And friends, I am happy to report to those of you who don’t know, I have officially lost 20 kilo’s! Happiness!

WaywardMom is in Egypt on business! Jetsetter! I really want to travel more, but to be quite honest, I would be content staying on one place…that place though, must be Amsterdam!

Back to obsessing over Boots. Ah, boots. Also, I kinda have a lot of work to do!

Much Love

Living deliberately and extraordinarily

“I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately, I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, To put to rout all that was not life and not when I had come to die Discover that I had not lived.”

Henry David Thoreau

I woke up this morning and suddenly felt as if my own life was passing me by. I have stopped writing, I have stopped painting, I barely touch my camera any more (although that is a different story entirely, I am quite angry with the thing) and I am merely existing. I feel bad because it feels like I have lost the fire in me, the life within me.

I want to rediscover myself, and my life. I forget what I stood for, and what my passions were. I have lost my voice, but the more I shout, the less any one can hear me… If I were to die today, what legacy would I leave? What would people remember? That I am a lousy friend? True. That I am self-obsessed? Also true. That I am no longer the person I used to be? That I am lazy at living? All true.

As I watched a video clip that a dear friend made, I realised that I even lost the activist in me, and I hate that. I hate that the world is still so unfair to any one who is not “normal”. Ugh, NORMAL? What is that? Why do we want to be NORMAL? Normal is boring. It is average. It is ordinary. I don’t want to be normal. I will no longer be. I want to LIVE. I want to BE.

As of today, I will be different. I will not be lazy. I will work at living. I want to live deliberately. I am extraordinary. And so are you.

My first act in living my new life: Reviving the Activist. Homophobia is unacceptable. It  can not be tolerated. It should not. It is cruel. With that in mind, please watch this video. My dear friend made this video. And to my dear friend: Thank you for the wake up call. I needed your honest and pure heart put into art to wake me up and to start living again.

Much Love