The Value of Rejection

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…


A Note About Essence

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

Saving Water 201: When Nature Calls

The water situation in the Cape is still spectacularly dire. If you want to read up about it, here are some articles from City of Cape Town, eNCA and News24 to get you up to speed, and my previous blog post about the basics of saving water.

So, ever the problem-solver, I’ve been wondering how I could step up my game. This is the part where the super-squeamish among you need to close the browser and step away from the screen. Not that I think what I’m about to divulge is unhygienic, but I know the preconceived ideas out there. I know that what I am about to tell is going to gross a few people out because it already has. That said, some people have thought quite the opposite, so I hope to win a few people over because I seldom do things of this nature without good reason.

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One Less Piece of Admin for Me!

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.