A message from Mother Nature…? Click to see the story.
So, recently again, I was made aware of the sting of fundamental rejection.
However, the older I become, I more often also see the value of it. With every instance, I become increasingly resigned to it as a fact of life, in particular modern life. But I also see it as an opportunity to grow. To become a bit more comfortable in my own skin, and to keep up the search for those who will in fact not turn away. Who will stick around.
Because once someone accepts you warts and all, that is where the good stuff lies. Where the growth begins. Few and far between are the good things that happen in a comfort zone. Those who love and accept you will not allow you to wallow there, but will see your potential, even more so than you. They’ll be around for what they can give, and for what you can give. Not for what they can take.
So, if someone rejects you, see it, but see it for what it truly is. Change. Change for the better.
This song by Green Day, 21 Guns, sums it up somewhat.
One, 21 Guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One, 21 Guns
Throw up your arms into the sky
You and I…
Home is where the heart is. Or, the heart is at home where it is at home.
I am not sure when exactly I wrote this, but it was about two or three years ago. It got lost in all the papers I shoved into a box at some stage (from desk to pile on desk to box in bookcase, as it were) and I rediscovered it the other day while gutting said box.
It was obviously directed at myself, but I think that it may be of use to others. I certainly feel the challenge and a sense of urgency. Continue reading
My last visit to these guys.
Last week, I ended one of my longest relationships. It lasted just over 30 years, but after a long period of reflection and getting over sentimentality, I closed the very first bank account I ever had. My relationship with Absa (Trust Bank when the account was opened for me by my dad at the Bellville Middestad branch, if I remember correctly) is no more.
Perhaps some of you can recall this post about my banking woes? I have no regrets except that it was the best service I’d received from them in a long time. Maybe if it had been like this earlier. Maybe if their bank costs weren’t so unpredictable at the time I was still using my account.
So that means one less password and PIN to remember, although I’ll probably remember the bank account number until I’m old and senile.
Anyway, now I have only my Capitec account. And an extra R314.30 from the balance left in my Absa account at closing, in my pocket to blow as I please.
I’m not sure what drove PB to commit suicide this weekend. I haven’t had contact with her for some time, but heard here and there from friends who were still in contact with her that things were going well. It certainly seemed so on the profile picture she added on Facebook the morning of the day she took her life.
I was attending a final Woordfees show when I heard the unsettling news.
You know you’re in the Strand when you see this.
Best view with a cold one.
On 2 January I went to the beach with my neighbour. He’s an avid surfer and came knocking on my door first thing to join him for the day. To give some background, my plan had originally been to go to the beach on 1 January, but in the coastal areas of South Africa, that is one of the few days of the year that it seems everyone and their friend is at the beach. Thousands of people descend upon the beach, making traffic and finding parking and a little spot on the beach a veritable nightmare. So postponing this outing for one day seemed reasonable.