To say that seeing the Pixies perform live was an item for my bucket list is simply untrue. There is no way that I could ever imagine being able to see the iconic band who formed the soundtrack of my youth in person. So, when I was asked to cover the event for work, you can be sure that I dove at the opportunity.
You’ve been sipping on your cabbage soup for an hour already, licking your arm for some salt and sniffing a cup of coffee. You feel like you’ve been eating nothing for so long that Victoria’s Secret is going to make you their next Angel. So why isn’t it working?
Here is what I will never understand, if we are the writers of our own story, why do we let other people dictate how it goes? Why do we let that nasty little voice in the back of our minds tell us what we are going to do? How dare the little demons of doubt claw their way into what you are capable of, and they hide behind our cants.
What motivates you to keep going? What motivates you to get your butt out of bed in the morning to smash your goals? How easy is it for you to start something epic, only to throw in the towel before it even takes off? You believe in yourself enough to think you can, but your follow through sucks and that’s holding you back.
It’s been raining a lot lately, which is great for the drought we found ourselves in here in JHB, but not so great for the roads. My first instinct as I felt my car slip out of my control was to reach my hand out to Riley. That meme became my reality in that moment when I realized there was nothing I could do but brace him for impact. My second instinct was that my insurance company was going to flip out because I smashed into the back of another car.
It’s been nearly a month since we last spoke. I can blame work, life or anything else that pops up in a day, but I’ve just been out of touch. I’ve put off blogging for a while and it’s just because I really didn’t feel like it.
The other day I was talking to a dear friend of mine who has asked me to help with her weight loss journey. After she sent through her before photos, she launched into a tirade of negative comments about herself and her body and it made me sad. The familiarity of her self-loathing ticks so many boxes that we all have and it made me want to flip the negativity off-switch.