How to fall in love with your lonely life

This post is for all the beautiful, talented, got-their-s#%@-together, responsible, 30-something single girls (and  guys) out there. Because I am female, I write from a feminine perspective, but I hope this post is relatable irrespective of gender. I've been reading a lot lately about creating the reality you want. I definitely believe that the Universe reciprocates positive energy and God responds to our faith. But I also know how tough it can be to remember all the nuggets found in all the self-improvement literature we've devoured and vociferously advocated all week, in that moment on a Friday night or Saturday morning when we find ourselves all alone in the world. And while we may have a wonderful social circle, friends and family who love us and the cutest puppy on the entire planet as our constant and consistent cuddle-buddy, in those moments of weakness, all this pales in comparison to our looming loneliness for eternity (I'm sure I'm not the only one who gets this dramatic about my feelings)!

Your best girlfriends are usually taking their kids to Tennis or Ballet on a Saturday morning, your younger siblings are off on another carefree adventure, your closest cousins are coupled off and as such doing "couply" things and you find yourself wondering why you didn't give that guy who texts you everyday just to tell you what day of the week it is a chance to woo you (the reason you didn't is because there was no chemistry and you refuse to settle for a guy who may run out of conversational topics within the first two days of an entire life together). You think about texting the guy you're "having fun with - nothing serious", but then you remember there is NOTHING FUN about not hearing from him every Friday night...so your pride gets the better of you.

Well, here's how you fall in love with your lonely life:

1. CREATE A SANCTUARY
Your home is just that, yours. Decorate it your way. Fill it with the scents, sights and sounds that YOU love. Scented candles, luxurious linen, music that soothes the soul.

2. PLAY HOST EVEN WHEN NO-ONE IS VISITING
We're all great hosts/hostesses when we have guests over. We cook delicious meals, lay out elaborate snack spreads and even break out the "good wine". But when we're alone it just seems like it isn't worth the effort. Well it is. So make yourself that delicious meal, set out a platter of snacks and pour yourself a glass of the good wine. Because, you're worth it!

3. ENJOY THE SWEET PLEASURE OF NOTHINGNESS
Do nothing, all day. Lie in bed, drifting in and out of consciousness, with nowhere to be and no-one to see. Run a bubble bath, pour some wine and listen to the best of Kenny G (that's my bath-time ritual - you may prefer a different musical selection), re-filling the tub with hot water when necessary and feeling the tension leave your body, with no-one calling out your name or asking you what time dinner will be ready.

4. RE-IGNITE YOUR INNER ROMANTIC

Watch the movies you love, those old movies that no significant other ever wanted to watch with you on a rainy Saturday afternoon. Queue up some favourites (some of mine are Breakfast at Tiffany's, The Way We Were, When Harry Met Sally) and enjoy an entire bowl of butter popcorn all to yourself as you swoon over the likes of Robert Redford and George Peppard, lamenting the fact that they "just don't make them like that anymore" (the movies or the men)!

5. FIND YOUR JOIE-DE-VIVRE
Put on some banging club tunes and unleash your inner Missy Elliott, or walk like an Egyptian to the sounds of the '80's. Dance like no-one is watching, 'cos there is literally NO-ONE watching (except aforementioned cute puppy).

6. RE-DISCOVER YOUR INNER CHILD
Sit outside, on a blanket, in the sun (with some SPF 50 on), enjoying the sounds of nature as you lose yourself in a colouring book...for a few hours...with nothing to worry about but what colour you will use next.

7. FEED YOUR MIND
Spend the entire day reading a bestseller that no-one else you know has had the time to read yet. Or re-read your old favourites (The Queen & I, Jane Eyre, Mansfield Park, the list really is endless). Reading is a way to travel, without leaving the comfort of home.

8. BINGE-WATCH ANYTHING YOU WANT
I once spent an entire weekend watching Tupac documentaries. Every single one I could find. Because my time is my own. And I can indulge my theories devoid of judgement.

9. BROWSE THE INTERNET WITH NO SPECIFIC RESEARCH SUBJECT IN MIND
Let your clicks take on a mind of their own...jump from one article to the next, getting lost in the wealth of information, imagery and entertainment (sometimes mindless drivel) readily available online. You may even stumble upon something interesting that you might love, like this blog!

10. DRESS UP, OR DRESS DOWN
Put on your fanciest satin lingerie and lie around with a rich avocado mask on your face, eating junk-food and sipping on frozen margaritas. Or veg in your most comfy sweats (you know the ones with the whole in the crotch that you just haven't gotten round to mending yet), quenching your thirst with champagne. There is no-one around to judge you or make you feel less than perfect for your choices.

We have this one life. And it's beautiful, and amazing, and indulgent, and sad, and everything in between. No-one walks the same path as you. You decide how to live your life, but do you really want to spend it waiting for a text back?

Harambe...my thoughts. ..

Ok...after watching all the videos and reading all the write-ups (and trolling all the comments😒)...here's my #2cents on the shooting of #Harambe:
1. A person who let's their four year old crawl close enough to the enclosure at the zoo that they can fall in, is a dumbass who should probably not have kids...the zookeepers are not always going to be there with a shotgun to save you.
2. The #Cincinnatizookeeper said people who think the child was not in danger don't understand Primate Biology...if you do then why don't you fence the enclosures correctly so humans can't climb in?
3. #Harambe was raised in captivity, not a wild animal...why didn't the zookeepers and handlers who understood the gorilla they raised from 21 days old for 17 years step into the enclosure and deal with the situation calmly?

In closing... #cincinattizoo should be shut down because they clearly neither understand nor care about the animals in their care.

For my mom, a year later

Though words cannot adequately express how i feel, I tried anyway...

A year without rain, my soul is in drought
A year without sunshine, because I'm without
My mother, my all
I long for your call

The colours seeped out of my world
Everything faded to grey
It seems happiness was silenced
A year ago today

The pain is still unbearable
The sorrow still deep
Though I know God has his plans
I wish you were ours to keep

A broken version of the girl you raised
I'm not really myself any longer
Only having you back
Could make me feel stronger

You didn't just leave a void
We didn't just lose a mom
Dad didn't just lose a wife
We lost our whole life.

When I was in my twenties...

This morning, as I stood in the shower, washing away all the troubles of the previous day, a new trouble reared its ugly, looming head... I realised that I was beginning the very last week of my twenties. Ah the twenties, those fun, carefree days...


It got me thinking about my twenties, and resulted in this trip down memory lane. When I was in my twenties, I was the first person in my family to get a University degree. I was the first person in my family to live abroad, and it was a glorious 2 years in my absolute favourite city on the entire planet. I lived in a country where I knew no-one and no-one knew me, but I left with the most loving caring friends who still today are family to me. London life was fun, with very little to worry about and nothing to spend my money on but me, and aforementioned fun! When I was in my twenties I moved to the City of Gold and snagged a high flying job in the city. I lived on my own and had a group of amazing friends and went out partying every Friday and every Saturday night in a row, and had the energy to keep going through the week! When I was in my twenties I met some of the most influential sportspeople of our time. I met and fell in what I thought was "love" with the "man of my dreams"...which later turned out to be more of a nightmare than anything else. When I was in my twenties I took a breather from big city life and moved home to my loving and supportive family for a few months...only to move back to the city when I was mended and the lights called my name. When I was in my twenties I got the most awesome pets, including my Toy French Poodle Ozzie, who is the love of my life and my saving grace. When I was in my twenties I took a risk, took a chance, pursued the career I had never dreamed possible for myself, and made it a reality. When I was in my twenties, I lost 22kgs and found my self-confidence. When I was in my twenties, I was a regular actress on 2 of South Africa's prime time Soapies. When I was in my twenties I became a TV presenter and regular co-host of a TV programme I grew up watching. When I was in my twenties, I met and fell in what I think I know is "love" with the man of my nightmares on paper, but the man of my dreams in my heart. Sounds like a great decade, right? When I was in my twenties, I lost my whole world when I lost my mom to a brief battle with cancer.


As I go into my 30's, I can only hope that this next decade is as memorable, and that the turmoil and grief gets easier to live with. As I go into my 30's I realise all I can take with me from day to day, year to year, and decade to decade, are my memories, my love and the hope that the best is yet to come.

A different path...

Did you ever take a few steps without knowing where you were going? And then a few more steps... without thinking? And next thing you know, you're on a different path than you ever thought you would be...

We look at those around us with judgemental eyes, disdainful smiles and disappointed minds... thinking "what are they doing?" But do we know what we're doing? Do we know where we're going?

Perhaps the time has come to choose blissful ignorance rather than a lifetime of painful and unfruitful searching...perhaps the time has come to choose the people who want happiness rather than complexity...perhaps the time has come to choose something...rather than fall for anything...

The end of the world as we know it...

It's been more than a month since my world was shattered into a million miniscule pieces... more than a month since the centre of my universe was violently and suddenly, yet peacefully and expectedly, taken away from me. I feel numb and yet feel a thousand emotions at the same time. I feel sad, melancholy, angry and scared all day. I feel like my life has no meaning, like none of our lives have a meaning...if the most loving, generous, caring, kind, wonderful, impactful person I have ever known no longer exists, just like that, and the world goes on as normal, then what is the point of any of us being any of those things? I dream of my mom and I awake feeling desperately sad and alone, wishing that I too could be dead, either to be where she is or to cease to exist so that I don't have to feel this way any longer. I want to sleep forever so that I can see her in my dreams, hug her, talk to her, laugh with her. It's unfair that she's gone, at the age of 48, when there are so many people who really don't want to be here anymore. It's unfair that I had an amazing mom, who lived for her family and loved like no other, and now she's gone and somehow the three of us that remain have to go on. I want to go on to escape this misery, but will escaping this misery mean I'm leaving her behind...forgetting her? Why would God or whoever is in charge give us this amazing being, only to take her away and cause us so much pain? How do I rejoin the world when my world is gone? I don't see colours anymore...all I see is grey and I don't know how to face another day...

"Who cares...I mean in 50 years men are gonna be obsolete anyways"

So it's just another wintery Wednesday night...home in bed, PJ's on, poodle snuggling, watching Sex and the City reruns...and this line pops up out of nowhere (well...out of the mouth of feisty, fire-maned Miranda)...and it got me thinking...

I mean, these days women earn their own money, fix their own cars, have the option of conceiving children without a man present...so what is it about the male species that we so crave/desire/long for? Boyfriends are great fun, don't get me wrong, but what is it that makes one crave them when they clearly have no interest in being around everyday...if they don't need our company on a daily basis, why do we need theirs? Why do days apart feel like years, and days together feel like hours? Why do they consume our thoughts; their every action, word and drunken slur subjected to hours of analysis, cross-examination and drill-downs involving as many ears as will listen?

I don't have the answer yet, but the Sherlock Holmes in me is most definitely on a mission to find out what makes his company my drug and why with every fix, however uneventful, I yearn for more...