I’m wandering...

Not all who wander are lost...Not all that is gold glitters...

Is the above true? I think so yes! I’ll start with the latter...

We saw a gold glitzy ball, particularly in the club, and we think “Dam, tonight’s going to be a good night”. We see a gold pair of shoes and naturally we think “I’m going to look super hot in that”. We walk into our places of work and everything seems so shiny, but you think “Is my job really this glittery and glamorous”?

I sometimes sit and think what am I going to do . . . so I wander (or my mind wanders), does this mean am I lost? Or does it simply mean I am seeking answers?

There are many times in our lives when we just need to slow down a bit and take in our surroundings. We need not take our situations for granted, we need just to appreciate. I came across an interesting saying the other day, “The first half of our lives we spend wishing time would hurry up as life simply moves too slowly for us. The second half, however, we wish time would slow down. Time is valuable, make it count”.

The sound of one hand clapping

Surely that depends on what your hand is clapping, right? Is it clapping the ground, a container, your face?

No, the sound of one hand clapping is – SILENCE. The silence that you experience, the silence in your life.

Our hands are powerful elements in our lives. We use them to show both excitement and anger. We use our hands to show affection, when someone gets hurt we pick them up, we rub their faces, with our hands. When we are angry, we lash out using our hands. Who would have thought that our hands meant so much?

When we love we use our hands as a sign of showing it, when you hold your loved one’s hands, you connect, you connect two beings. When we are cold, we rub our hands together to create a sense of feeling, a sense of warmth.

However, when there is nobody to connect with, the hand is not heard by any, there is silence and the hand connects with nothing.

The sound of silence is deadly – there is no feeling, no emotion, there is nothing. With silence comes loneliness, darkness and sadness, nobody wants to be alone.

He Aint Heavy...His My Brother....

Like the band, The Script says: Love is – in the eyes of a mother as she takes the force of the blow, it’s in the hands of a father as he works his fingers to the bone...

The love a mother & father have for their children is indescribable.....

The look of hurt in their eyes, when they see their child hurt, hurt they couldn’t stop, hurt they couldn’t prevent, hurt that occurred when their hands were tired...that kind of hurt. Hurt knowing that there was nothing you could do to prevent your child from getting hurt; that is the hurt only a parent can feel.

 To see your child hurting, helpless, needing your care is a feeling no parent wants to come across. Sadly, it happens. Your child gets hurt, and what’s the best you can do for him, show him you love him, you care and that you are there for him!

Physical hurt, emotional hurt, hurt that only a parent can repair...hurt that the person who incurred the damage, didn’t think for a split second about. Hurt that he thought wouldn’t be this bad...that the damages to a move he made, wouldn’t be this severe. Damage now, that will take months, maybe even years to repair, because someone wasn’t thinking straight....

My motto from here on out: Always be kind, be blessed, donate love & laughter...everything we do carries a consequence...Think before you do....ANYTHING, THAT CAN HARM THE NEXT!

Not all who wander are lost

I’m not lost...I am on a quest, a quest to achieve my goals. Wandering without a purpose should be a sin, don’t you think?

This quote though reminds me of another quote - from the rocket scientist Werner Von Braun: "Research is what I am doing when I don't know what I am doing"…. So true….Research...makes me think of Research Methodology (no disrespect)…Eeekkks!!!

I know what I want, I know where I want to be, and I know that If I work hard at it..I’ll eventually get to where I want to be (that I am sure is a rap). Working hard doesn’t come easy, its hard work…wait that didn’t sound right…Its tough! One has to know exactly what you want, before setting goals for yourself. There are many times when I sit and wander if this is what I want? If this is where I am meant to be?

Most of the time, in fact all of the time, people wander for a reason…I believe that if they didn’t, they wouldn’t learn or come across many of life’s challenges. Isn’t that what shapes us as individuals, the challenges we face on our journeys?

Sometimes, it’s not how far the journey, all you got to do, is make sure you wearing the right shoes!

How do step from the top of a 100-foot pole?

How do you step to a 100-foot pole...you take a giant leap, how else do you expect to get to the top?!?!

This topic relates directly to the Public Relations industry or should I say any industry. Let’s just say this topic relates to anybody wanting to get ahead in the working world.

When I just graduated and landed my first-job/internship, I couldn’t wait to get to the top, you know? It seems so flowery and powerful, like you just can’t wait! You think to yourself, “one day when I’m boss”.....

What we don’t know then, unfortunately, is that it’s not all flowery up there, it might be powerful but it’s not flowery, it’s scary, cold, dark, and alone hahahaha...just kidding!

What we need to remember is that hard work pays off, and hard work will get you to the top, and once you get there, you need to maintain yourself and your standards in order to stay there. It’s like losing weight, your fight only really begins when you need to maintain that weight!

So, how do you step, you tread carefully, you step as though you a rose amongst the thorns, you take risks, but calculated risks, you smile but you don’t laugh, and most of all, you maintain your composure!

Kiddie’s parties & Play dates...the in-thing!

Funny thing, these days we I can’t have a single weekend without Raziyah having a play-date....I know though that she thoroughly enjoys it, and that’s all that counts.

Kiddies parties, so when we get an invitation, this is what it normally reads...”Dear Raziyah, you are invited to spend the day with....at her Hannah Montana/Fairy Princess party at.........”

Then, I ask Raziyah, ok babe, now who is this? Of which Raziyah too has to take a few seconds to think who the girl is that invited her, which I find utterly hilarious, I mean she is 6 years old, and already has so much friends that she has to think who it is that invited her...

Play dates are usually much simpler; it’s simply getting a buddy and going to the park then McDonalds J

Now kiddies parties in all its right, are usually a platform to showcase what you have...sounds scary, well, IT IS! It’s like a mini-me version of the movie “Mean Girls”

I overheard one of the girls taking telling another that she shouldn’t eat too much birthday cake as the icing will make her fat...now once again, these girls are 6 years old! Incidents like these though can’t be avoided; all we can do is prepare our girls for it.

Play dates and kiddies parties’ rock, but the day I do get to meet Hannah Montana; I am going to demand all the money I spent on her back. All my money spent on her chocolates, her lotions, her cd’s, her wall-papers...I want them back J

Procrastination...the mother of all fcuk-up’s.....

So, procrastination...where do I begin, maybe I should stop blogging and pick this up again tomorrow...that would explain procrastination completely!

Procrastination for me, occurs when I just can’t anymore, or when I just prioritise, surely that can’t be procrastination.

Been a PR BTech part-time student, procrastination occurs often. Many don’t realise but studying part-time can be a bitch at the best of times. I don’t complain as this will obviously benefit us all in the long run but honestly there are the days, when you just want to say...”FCUK, CAN WE SLOW IT DOEN JUST A LITTLE BIT PLEASE”...but you don’t, you suck it up and carry on. And what you can’t suck up on that day, you keep it for tomorrow.

Most of our memories are built in childhood, playing with friends, but most of my memorable memories, that of late might I add, have come from varsity. There is a huge difference between studying full-time & studying part-time (of which I’ve done both).

Full-time to me was more of a party, or more relaxed, whereas part-time, is about getting the shit done and rushing to get it done...

There is a line from a David Guetta song I have dedicated to my fellow part-time colleagues, it goes, “For all the crazy shit I did tonight, this will be the best memories for me”

So, what exactly am I saying, procrastination will never not be committed, but the least we can do is accept the fact that we can’t do it all, but if we do, we need sufficient time to do it, maybe in that way we can atleast decrease the rate of procrastination...ha-ha!