Getting Game

I started listening to affirmations Thursday last week. I noticed my inner ‘voice of reason’ kicking in on some of the affirmations. As I listened, repeatedly, I noticed that the nit-picker, in me, didn’t even pick the same things to argue…..lol. I have decided to follow the rule of listening to this You-tube video for 30 days whilst doing my walk. Try it with me.

It feels good!

I feel a bit silly listening to the affirmations but heck who doesn’t like a bit of a child-like giggle. The simple fact remains: I am less fit at acknowledging myself than tearing myself down. You? Repeating the affirmations, more are beginning to make perfect sense to me and speak to my heart directly.

POSITIVE AFFIRMATIONS

(View from my patio, watching the birds getting busy…..if they can I can…..aaaaaargh…….lol)

Obviously as the year starts we all scramble to get our ‘A’s into G’s’. Although I am, generally, on top of it and tidy I can let things slide. Taking cognizance of 2017, reviewing myself, gathering information and compiling a list of what I can do to build forwards and upwards from 2017 has been awesome. I put together a streamlined action plan for my social-media engagement. It is challenging to keep content relevant, creative and interesting if one is flying solo and at ad hoc. Look I am pretty proud of myself as an inexperienced blogger, online marketer and content creator. I obviously can’t compete with the ‘in-the-knows’ and designers; for an amateur, I think that the sincerity and diversity of my shenanigans is uber cool. In my humble opinion anyway.

We learn!!!!

Starting 2018 with a keen sense of self-improvement being necessary has been educational. I am not a New Years resolution kinda guy; not at all. It just so happens that it is and I have clarity on certain things. I think that it is most likely due to the fact that rest was afforded me after a year of hellish ‘rat racing.’ The theme for the week seems to be dispelling my negative thoughts and adopting positive action. It has come through from my Tuesday NA meeting to my morning Headspace meditation. You should download Headspace. The British male voice is actually nice to listen to and if like me 3 minutes is a stretch to do a focused meditation you are going to love the un-guru-like approach to centering ourselves.

It’s fabulous darlin’.

Choosing to read my faith book from beginning to end, this year after a long time, I am struck with the thought of the first evening and next morning. In my personal interpretation it seems to suggest that, considering that we are all the same chemical makeup of the entire universe, light breaks shadow and misunderstandings can only last for so long until clarity is found. The question I get from this is: “In the clarity, what will we DO differently?” So as I get up and go for my morning walk I leave this cool quote to ponder on.

After a walk listening to the affirmations I got back and designed the theme campaign for my online marketing. Creativity seemed to be buzzing out of me.

SHOOSH!

B GORGEOUS WITH ME.

This cutesy little catch phrase with just the right amount of lit on it’s on fleek message is the underbelly of an idea I have of uplifting my own psyche and others through the mediums I use. Setting the stage for 2018 starts somewhere.

The ‘SHOOSH! B GORGEOUS WITH ME’ campaign is a fun and quirky reminder that stilling our doubts, letting go and having fun is essential for personal growth. Shoosh! B gorgeous with me and let’s create a fun, expressive and glam SLIPTOVER Makeover for you.

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Something that stood out, philosophically, in my morning quiet time reading were the words expanse, seas and land. I couldn’t help but nod in agreement to the fact that we all know what that feels like. There are times where we feel as if we are swimming endlessly in the expanse of our lives and dry land seems unattainable. Other times the dry land expanse seems so vast we could just die for a bit of water to quench an insatiable thirst. For me personally it seems that my desire to attain financial freedom is a never ending ocean whilst finding love to enjoy it with the unquenchable insatiable thirst. You know what I mean right? The thing that struck me next was that life went on. This stark reminder is that I cannot allow myself to be so consumed by my unfulfilled desires that I drive myself to depression and invariably ‘act out’ in harmful ways.

LIFE GOES ON. SO MUST WE!

On I go.

I eventually tackled a cupboard that I dared not to show another human. It was filled with all sorts of random bits that I was saving to potentially use oneday. That day never came. Finally I have more space for storage. The upside is that I can find things easier and I don’t have to guard that door from nosy guests. By clearing some nonsense I have opened my home to a more natural flow of energy that is easy and joyful. This random exercise has cleared my mind too. By eliminating a stress I am more relaxed to let people enjoy my home, with me, without the fear of my mess being found….lol.

USE IT OR LOSE IT!

(This picture of my living room seems to reflect the lightness in my psyche. I love my little space; colourful, glamorous, expressive, easy flowing and kind….. things I love most about myself too.)

Handling my online marketing, running my little business and home, focusing on being ‘self-full’, responding to the needs of others and connecting to my spirituality takes up time. Using time wisely and creatively requires that I start by clearing out and making space for better, by being clear, open to receive goodness displayed by my actions and practicing affirming myself and others lovingly.

I found this quote from my Saturday morning meditation. It is a great pointer at where the source of creative inspiration comes from. Juxtaposed to the creation story, as I look around at the birds in the garden, the branches that hold their nests, the traffic rushing by, the sun in the sky, the smell of fresh coffee, toast, listen to my favorite Dj and practice being centered I realize that creativity is the seat of the entire universe.

I wish you all, my blog readers throughout the world, a wonderfully creative week. Let’s rock it because we rock!

For some seriously hot music, from Mixcloud, by Tony Fuentes, with great feel good lyrics and shoulder-shaking beats, click ⬇️. I recommend listening in from 00:18:00 minutes, sit back and allow the words to raise your energy.

TONY FUENTES-LIFESTYLE Remember:

Shoosh! B Gorgeous with Me as we put Love into Action, Together.

CHOOSE ❤️

Stay your amazing self!

✌🏽

•AJB•

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Deionised

As solutions can have a non-zero electrical charge called ions, I too have been in limbo for a while. After a much anionic (negative charge) slump it feels good to be doing cationic (positive charge) things. In this creative way of using science and its terminology I am grinning all silly like. What I am getting to is that I walked today and forced myself to tackle the laundry at home, concluding the day at an NA meeting. It was a rather strange observation for me about myself, being in the group. I have changed!

Let me explain.

One of my personal frustrations with groups is well….other people are in it. And I simply have to consider another’s experience and interpretation of things as they must mine as personal. Herein lies the frustration…..lol….my ‘Mr Fixit’ kicks in so valiantly. I opened up about my needing to be in a group of like-minded people as I was finding it depressing doing recovery alone. I need social interaction that is non threatening. Loneliness can push a person to the brink of relapse. After-all a big part of my being is a people’s person.

Sharing was cool.

What was interesting about my being there was that I have changed so much over the last year. The usual feelings of being intimidated and insecure were hardly traceable. Gladly the topic of the negative voice in ones mind and people-pleasing came up. I shared how over the last year my pendulum has swung from extreme loneliness to people-pleasing by such degrees that some times I felt like a prisoner in my own home because I would put up with behavior that negated me and my space. What I am saying, in short, is that I over-compensated my feelings of loneliness by putting up with another’s disrespectful behavior just so that I had company.

Dumb right?

When put into words it is; when one is caught up in it it is less obvious and if it is such, even less the inclination to change it. Most of us don’t want to bust ourselves and to top it with admitting our inability to course correct….lol….right? I would be frustrated and be angry at the world at large because I didn’t get the ‘love’ I craved. Well sugarplum, I made it easy to be disrespected because I didn’t know what I wanted in the damn first place darlin’! I guess in each of us this tug of war between being authentic vs accepted pulls on our heart strings. As much as I have done 80% of the right things over the last year it has meant that as I built up my ability to stand on my own two feet, and trust me I have done well, and not depend on others to be my co-dependent crutch I have been lonely. It is the natural order of things. Many a professional athlete might tell the same story of sacrifice for the sake of goals.

Often people will say to me that I shouldn’t isolate myself from the world who may not have the life crushing issues of addiction as I do. They are correct. Where the danger comes in is that a drunk friend soon forgets that another cannot drink and the pressure to have a, “just one shot….look how small this glass is….come on….just one….stop being a ball-breaker,” and the resolution to be strong is attacked until all resistance crumbles. Years gone by many the resistance oft has dissipated on the way home and via where no-one is watching, behind drawn curtains and locked doors.

Pride can be a good thing in public as it can be the mast by which pretension hides a wavering mind.

It felt good yesterday to be able to drop my guard and speak freely; be freely and not be carrying the baggage named ‘not-good-enough’. Wow I have changed a shit load this year. Incredible!

With my independence hanging on by an absolute thread, my hope in my Higher Power, my little action plan in place and my slow but steadfast stepping in the right directions I am reminded, unfortunately, that ‘Rome isn’t built in a day’. Unless of course someone dies and one inherits a fortune or a lucky Lotto has ones name on it. For the rest of us we each need to do what we can and must. The rest will be. To those that lent a financial hand in a time when I struggled to even get out of bed… THANK YOU!

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STEPS TOWARD SUCCESS

As I gear my own mindset towards doing and being better than 2017 remembering that my life, their lives, your life is a personal journey that will take us to death to fight for.

I wish you a fabulous year ahead with sensational victories. God knows I need more good news than last year.

So if like me one feels somewhat ionic (non-zero charge) then that is a wonderful place to start. It takes just a teeny-weeny bit of cationic action to raise the energy levels to game ready.

On your marks!

Get set!

Go!

CHOOSE ❤️

Stay your amazing self!

✌🏽

•AJB•

HOLLA

SANDOWN, JOHANNESBURG, ZA 12:04pm

(reminded of the fun from my new year celebration with friends who cared for me that I would not stray, I smile that a little fun can cure an overwhelmed heart)

KICKING RIGHT OFF!

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is the first hours of what each of us hope will be a better year but since waking today and wracking my brain as to what I can do to turn a ripple effect event into a positive. Not to bring the past baggage into 2018, but for the sake of context, a scam months ago has almost crushed my independence as a baby entrepreneur. Rightly or wrongly I reached out on social-media out of sheer desperation. Although some kindness was extended which got me through the December slump, thank God, much more still needs to be done to pull my independence from the quicksand.

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watching the Koi from the dinner table on the deck at a friends house, I realized how much beauty I have missed out on beating myself up for being scammed and near destroyed…. time to swim and get on with it!)

So I flipped my despondency onto itself and after much ongoing continuous prayer, frustrated wallowing and introspection I have put a mental game plan into action.

1) Extending a call to mentorship to a more experienced businessperson in my field, which I hope will be positively received, I accepted that I genuinely need guidance to improve my business game plan.

2) As much as I hate it, I am missioning myself to make sober friends at NA. I hate big groups but I guess for the sake of not being lonely and limited funds this free and like-minded group is a must for my mental wellness.

3) Doing some form of exercise: I can walk and do push-ups and sit-ups etc at home that won't cost money.

With this very basic proactive list the lease of life seems a little brighter. Years ago when I first moved into my own home again after a long long time, there were days that the only thing I could do to distract myself from going nuts was to clean my home. I would constantly repeat to myself: "God thinks that I am worth it."

So as I get my home back into order after a long period of depressing frustration I get back onto my little pony and try to fight my way back to a more hopeful future. Each of us may have for different reasons been bullied by circumstances from 2017, but I commit to get into the bloodied ring and try again.

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In the uber…. the metaphor is a simple but startling one… eyes forward)

Will you?

Watching the Anna Nicole Smith story yesterday I was struck with the fighter she was when she was young and how circumstances lead her to a place where choosing a destructive path seemed to be her only option. I don't want to be another stat.

CHOOSE ❤️

Stay your amazing self!

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•AJB•

LOBOLA

Deep House Cat Show on Mixcloud adds a much needed groovy and uplifting mood to this thought provoking, ‘tongue-in-cheek’ and somewhat humorously bitchy blog. Funnily enough the mix is called ‘ Bitcoin Mix’. You can draw the connection…. 🤣🤣!

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BITCOIN MIX

An interesting chat about an homogeneous African traditional perspective coupled to religiosity has my little brain jumping through hoops. The informative discussion explained how one of the interesting things about Africans claiming heritage rights regarding Church explains some interesting religious practices that shockingly disrupt media timorously and may reflect some light onto our ZA government. Apparently if a person holds a prestigious position in Church and dies, the expected handing over of the position is to go to a family heir/ess. In other words whether the person inheriting the position is qualified, willing and or interested or not pressures to keep the ‘family business’ within the family is a must. It sheds light, well for me anyway, why Doom spritzing Pastors, or R25000 dinner seats can create such exploitative distortions in religious practices. Not that this is exclusive to Africa mind you. Catholicism in years gone by sold Purgatory to the uneducated populace.

The point is that any form of nepotistic practice can force people into positions that they may not want to be in; much like arranged marriages and the practice of LOBOLA. Marriage or relationships, in my opinion have less to do with money (although essential in today’s age) as they should be about a willingness to learn about another and practicing loving them authentically. Just saying!

In the same conversation I was teased saying that my LOBOLA price/ bride wealth would be 2 avocados, a naartjie and pawpaw from Limpopo. We cackled at idea of seeing the ‘AmaGogo’s’ walking for miles with the basket on the head and offering the payment to the family. Can you imagine the reaction? My informant had an interesting take on LOBOLA. That both parties should pay each family and to meet eachother halfway regarding the various prices. This was proposed as a possible deterrent to couples walking out of commitments so easily when rough terrain hits.

In ‘Anthropology of Southern Africa’, pages 257-266 written by Julia Pauli and Rijk van Dijk, interesting points are posed, “Bridewealth or lobola remains important and is supplemented by a plethora of new rituals and expenditures.” Hylton White also states, “It is generally agreed that rates of marriage are declining in Southern Africa. It is also clear that for people who are wealthy enough to marry, the long-standing constitution of marriage as process is increasingly replaced by a making of marriage as event.”

Just a thought?

Now how does my brain assimilate this to our corrupt government? Well if it considered shameful in a family that a heritage is passed over to a deserving other, in or out of a family, perhaps the desperate attempts to grapple for power, theft of funds, and plausible leaders negated for tradition may be explained.

Zooming out to the AIDS scandal both in Mbeki and Zumas Presidency a flicker of insight of the superstitious nature of more traditional cultural practices might reflect some onto the nature of voters voting for a party whether disastrous or not. Mbeki negated anti-retroviral medication for patients claiming fruit and vegetables could cure this supposedly foreign created disease and Zuma suggested a shower.

My Venda guest blamed HIV increasing on foreign black African men. He stated, “Because GWM prefer non-South African black men, these foreigners are making money out of sex and spreading the disease.” Although there is some truth in this statement, a lot of black prostitutes in ZA are foreign, I think the envy of racial counterparts has clouded an otherwise, perhaps, jealous based perspective. This answer came out of a question I ask a lot of skin tones different to me, “Why do GBM not like GWM?” The other prevalent answer is that a lot of young GBM feel used as sex objects and feel in-considered as potential relationship material.

What this is all pointing to regarding our racist government and it’s marginalized view of other race groups is this…

If a superstition based culture keeps one from negating authentic leadership in favour of defunct traditional perspectives that sooner hold onto ill-informed versions of responsibility to a country; how the fuck can that country emerge honorably where authentic efforts are not applauded over nepotistic guidelines? How in the name of ‘reaching-for-your-dreams’ can one not become despondent when an idiotic over-weight nephew who cannot even get out of a mega-expensive sport car even be given it , if perhaps a sport car racing-Driver dream may be overlooked because misappropriated funds are fucked by inappropriate people in governance?

And as the ANC continues to avoid accounting for mega billions spent on miscellaneous events, another thought for them to consider might be……

WILL THE REAL LEADERS STAND UP! AND NO ZA IS NOT GOING TO PAY YOUR LOBOLA…. WE ARE BROKE AND TOO BUSY USING OUR FRUITS TO CURE STUFF!

(Although I write this blog, the point of view is a question to ponder more than a decisive conclusion)

CHOOSE ❤️

Stay your amazing self!

#❤️🇿🇦🌈

✌🏽

•AJB•

Connect an’ cronies

An older but distinctive flavour, Cafe Del Mar intrinsically sets the mood for tonight. Taking a moment to honor life for being amazing by soaking in a bath laden with oils, salts and rose petals I kind of, in my own small way, act gratefully for a moment that has spun my darkness into forgiveness and blazoned motivation. The fight for better goes on.

Plug in your earphones and enjoy reading this blog…..well, at least I hope so. Enjoy the mix at least!

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CAFE DEL MAR

In what has been a rather startling experience over the course of the last week, today catapulted my self-esteem/ worth to near dangerous heights. I can almost smell and taste the scorched feathered wings. I must confess that I am not great at receiving kindness. Gosh, for most of my life the inferiority complex that has been handed over by cruel circumstances has oft left me feeling like kindness needs to be paid back in sort. If I can be bluntly honest, in my sub-culture categorization, it usually means naked and well we will leave the rest up to the 50 shades of your imagination. But people have taken my breathe away, overwhelmingly and simply beyond words….says the wannabe blogger….lol. Sometimes we all need a little care to remind us that the world isn’t only a hard place. Sometimes a little energy that is beyond the predictable can add just enough light to press another onto greater heights when all seems lost. To each of you, whom I guess would prefer to remain nameless, AB/AB, JM/SM, JS/ES, BC, MZ/RE and the countless others that have fought when there has been little fight left, I cannot applaud you enough for being shining examples of a humanity that can break chains. This is a humanitarian wannabe’s purest delight. THANK YOU!

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In my tumultuous numbness over the last period many questions have blank spaces. The ‘Do I/ Don’t I’ can be so scary if it means that lines in the sand must be drawn and others may get hurt, by default. As weird as it might sound bunking work, although plausible behavior under the circumstances, hurts people, seldom in my life have I consciously aimed choices directly so. Sometimes it has happened, the guilt is crushing, more than not I slink back into my bewildered, ‘What the heck, why me?’

I guess many South Africans, too, are asking themselves of late, “Why us? Couldn’t the ZUPTA clan have defrauded, racially divided and corrupted Dubai for crying out loud? Why the magnificence of Fugard, Bosman, Uys, Fassie, Theron, Bra Hugh and the lists of enormous talent, that can go on endlessly,spat on by a legacy tarnished by the ANC FATCATS of late?”

On that note I took a rather hardly difficult to find magnifying glass to the ‘TOP 6’. With the self-proclaiming racist, ‘I won’t employ whites in my fast-food chains,’ and recent sex scandal embroiled newly appointed President heading an even more dubious Gupta affiliated compadre, the question is, “Is all of this mere showboating and more cloak-n’-dagger bullshit?” Look I am no saint myself and am ashamedly but honestly facing my authenticity daily and demons too. But are they? Surely if the taxpayer pays these public servants then our job is to see if we are paying the right folk? Surely? At least, as in my case, a close eye cast to keep accountability open and South Africans honored in the manner of authentic African custom. So I formed a simple list that explains why, the shuffle is much more like a ‘2 left legged dancer’ than a Prima Ballerina.

DAVID MABUZA/ FRAUDSTER AND CORRUPT

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GWEDE MANTASHE/ COMMUNIST AND GOD KNOWS WHAT ELSE

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ACE MAGASHULA/ CORRUPT AND TAX MONEY SPENDTHRIFT AND ALREADY EMBROILED IN VOTER SCANDALS

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JESSE DUARTE/ NOT SO GREAT AT INTERNATIONAL RELATIONS OR MUCH ELSE IF THE PAPERS ARE TO BE CONSIDERED ACCURATE

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PAUL MASHATILE/ ZUMA CRONY WHO HELPED OUST OUR BETTER PRESIDENT TO GET RAPIST ZUMA IN

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Now I am not a learned man but somehow the physics, math and creative hustle of power configuration seems STILL AWFULLY SADDLED TO ANOTHER ZUPTA OR WILL IT BE CALLED RUPTA ONSLAUGHT.

Dear ZA

Let’s not pop our corks too hastily because I think our fight is NOT YET OVER.

Just a thought?

AND PERHAPS SOME MORE DOORS NEED TO SLAMMED SHUT ON A DISGRACEFUL ANC IF OUR CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS AND CITIZENS APLOMB NOT REAFFIRMED IN A REAL MANNER OF UPLIFTMENT!

THE AMAJIVE LOOKS POISED FOR POLITICAL UPHEAVAL IF VEEEEEERRRY RECENT PAST BEHAVIOURS ARE ACCOUNTED FOR, OR IS THAT MEGA BILLIONS UNACCOUNTED FOR…..MMMMM? NEVERMIND THE LACK OF ETHNICITY BEING REPRESENTED ACROSS THE NEC AS DECLARED AND INSTITUTED ACROSS OTHER SECTORS SUCH AS NATIONAL SPORT.

The continuation of the marginalization of born-and-bred non racist race groups must come to an end!!!!!!

CHOOSE ❤️

Stay your amazing self!

#❤️🇿🇦🌈, #❤️🌍🌈

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AJB•

Colour outside lines

News, a muse and tip-tap-toe on the brightly colored lined quilt cuts through the drab ivory walls that cohere the the whitewash of power hungry deceit. Almost like the disruption caused by Technicolor breaking old black and white flicks the wash is anything but amusing. As the night crackles a bust up screeching wireless, the assault of the Rivonia traffic bangs through the windows bringing with it the dreaded Mozzies. Which is less tolerable, none the wiser? An offer of ‘fun’ plagues my mind. I guess the upside is that I still get invites, but what I really want is a bit of care more than just the bear. The crazy thing is; and I know that it is lame; I always secretly hope that I might reel in a catch that chooses to stay tangled in the net for a bit longer than when the sun rises & goodbyes follow on hot pursuit. I mean I can’t be that bad ……lol….. can I?

The titivating on social-media is rather hysterical since the announcement of, ‘It’s a boy’. I mean the guy has hardly slurped up the last glass of taxpayer funded bubbly, like seriously. The litmus test is going to be whether he in all effect can turn around our 2 ‘Junk Status’ ratings and avoid Moody delivering the looming decisive hat-trick blow. Beyond that, as time is always the ultimate revealer, will CR have any influence over the strained livelihood of the poorest of the poor in ZA. With all my heart I hope so! Actually with all my heart it would be nice for a bit if my own life could have a little strain lifted for a bit. Goodness knows that I have done everything I know how to keep going until……. well until the going was unable to even draw back the curtains for a week. Legs gave way to lying prostate and incapacitated by the sheer despondency of seeing a life diminishing. In many ways the direct correlation to my own psyche and that of my home country cut such tight parallels. Sincerely, I just wish we could get to a point where we recognized humanity over bottomlines and excessive profit margins driven by shark infested conglomerates that forget that life, all life, is more important than 1 cent profit and certainly that nepotistic corruption, and self-indulgent greed is an enemy of the entire planet.

And so the innate battle between our authentic blueprint versus our learned behaviors ensues. We all grapple with BS that lunges itself at us from every spectrum. Whether it be cold calling advertising to the fact that every darn thing screams for our attention from seatbelts to fridge doors. Our spaces are over saturated with attention sapping vampiric gadgets. Gosh, even this flipping mobile is in constant need of updating itself. It is a right royal pain in the butt.

Truthfully, I miss our lives where a little more autonomy, fresher air and secret adventures lie in mystical forests just outside our back patios; minus the snakes of course…..lol. And minus the dreadful Christmas Songs. Christmas has never been a time of joy for me. In fact the idea of the odd disappointing gift, consumerism pumped up to an inch of its life, people trying so hard to spread cheer and the inevitable ‘have-nots’ looking at the false trappings of a moment stirring up thoughts of deep envy and sorrow is hardly my perception of togetherness.

I know that I sound like such a pessimist, but I would sooner have none of it than the appeasement of a giver that comes with the garnished tentacles of slimy expectations that are none the reward of the recipient. As a person whose love language is ‘Acts of Service’, service that is aimed at the exclusive enjoyment of the receiver with zero expectation of payback is a rather great kindness one sees little of daily. What I mean is this…. I heard a story the other day where I was told that one must always give ones doctor and banker gifts in case the need for preferential treatment is required at a future juncture. I mean seriously. Do people actually fall for and feel comfortable with blatant manipulation? Well if that’s the case I will just list my shopping list below:

1) Brand new Car… maintenance and ALL sundries taken care of till the day I die

2) Home all settled and left in MY will to pass onto whomsoever I feel fit

3) 2 international holidays p/a, of my choice, all expenses paid until I decide otherwise

PLEASE DO NOT BRING ALCOHOL AS DRINKING IS DANGEROUS FOR ME….LOL.

Anyhow, enough of this frivolity. In my recent stumble from poised grace, the one thing that stood out for me was the lack of truly sincere and loving friendships in my own life. Thankfully I like me, for the most part. So if you find yourself out there somewhere and feel the same depressive state of this holiday season just remember: IT IS OK TO FEEL NEGATED BY THE WORLD AT LARGE, I DO TOO. THE TRUTH IS THAT THE DARN WORLD IS MAKING THE SHIT UP, AS ARE YOU AND I, BECAUSE NONE OF US HAS THE PERFECT LIFE. MANY OF US FALL SHORT OF THE LOVING BLUEPRINT THAT IS ENCODED INTO OUR HEARTS. WE AT LEAST KNOW THAT THIS IS TRUE, OTHERWISE WE WOULDN’T RAGE AGAINST ‘THE MACHINE’ SO MUCH.

So if you are lonely, find a map and know that a middle-aged balding but sincerely loving hairstylist that lives in Sandown, Johannesburg, ZA feels the same as you. Together we will pull through this. Goodness knows I need the good vibes and certainly will be sending it with every bit of intention I can muster in my cynical and jaded heart….. lol.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND KNOW THAT THERE ARE STILL SOME THAT BELIEVE IN LOVE.

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PROGRESSIVE HOUSE

CHOOSE ❤️

Stay your amazing self!

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FASHIONING

In years gone by, fashioning crafted swords out of blooms of steel, tin and alloy, was a prized skill of the metalsmith. Today although crafted swords are still being manufactured, a lesser weapon in comparison to the nuclear weapons of the modern age. I always ask myself whether this makes us less civilized than we think we are. What do you think? Surely a more civilized society is a more enlightened one? Comparably, the single combat non-contact sport might arguably be a more civilized fight. That’s if the only resolution is combat. And yes I do think that sometimes defense is a necessary evil when innocent lives are being threatened. Gangsterism is in my opinion the most cowardly method of violent resolution.

But what am I rambling on about?

Recently I have been going through an incredibly tough time. The level of stress is taking its toll. The exacting discipline to overcome the difficult circumstances has been exhausting to say the least. It has not been easy to fight my way back from my recent experience but today everything has begun changing.

In an incredible turn of events I was gifted with 2 extraordinary gifts of kindness today. A friend gave a R1000 tip and another that I had borrowed from that was stolen by my scam artist has agreed to do a service exchange for monies owed. As I write this blog the tears just weep uncontrollably. Sometimes, just sometimes goodness comes back to us in the most unexpected ways. But, and there is a but, we need to stay in the fight.

So often in this world we tend to crumble at the signs of difficulty. Although I have been plagued with lower back pain in my attempt to cope with my demands and stress related flu has hit hard, get up and go I have had to do. Agreed I needed time off for a few days to regain the will to fight but done it I have. Not pretty but done. What are you facing that is fashioning you towards greatness? As most entrepreneurs know the hurdles one crosses to achieve ones visions is not a road paved with party lights and decorations. It is tough. But the self-appreciation of goals accomplished is unlike being employed could ever give one. I think this is attributed to the fact that live or die entrepreneurs are their business. The deciding factor, however, is are you the kind of metalsmith that hardens a sword or weakens it? What I mean by this is…. are we the kinds of people that use our gifts to enhance the world, in love, or do we destroy lives by enhancing only our own?

One of the flaws of our consciousness is when we think with small-mindedness.

Part of the responsibility of our particular gifting/s is to share with others as is their responsibility to share with us. No one man has the exclusive right of being uninvolved in life. We are all equally here, right here, right now. Thus the responsibility of being a citizen of the planet that ambassadors the champion cause of making the world a more free and equal place than we inherited it is a must.

Recently a quick read on LinkedIn caught my eye.

It struck me that Africa is starting to ask some valid questions and it makes me proud to witness it. I wrote about this very topic, in a loose manner, in a blog called ‘FAIRY-DUST’.

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FAIRY-DUST

It is time that Africa rises from its spell of thinking the rest of the world is better. Enough global news has clearly indicated that the world is taking strain under egotistical power mongers. It is time for the citizens of this one planet, Earth, to stand and fight for its rightful place to equality. We are Africa and we are amongst the richest continents, if not the richest. It is time for us to put aside our ‘in-house’ fighting and take our brothers by the hand and be united with the cause of raising the failing status of our magnificent continent.

But I am not the only one saying or thinking it!

Zooming back to ZA, Democratic Alliance leader Mmusi Maimane is up’ing the reign on corruption by stepping up anti-corruption units, sending police on training camps for a year to provide better efficiency and service delivery. In a time where the baddie won the match for a while, opposition alliance parties to the ZUPTA ANC are banding together to fight for the Madiba Africa that saw us shine beacons of gold-glazed hope onto the world at large.

The nobility of this non-contact combat against oppression and elitist supremacy is the highest order for which our mutual gain will create more eager to participate integrated societies and willing to share than our current system that enslaves people to capitalist greed. I am not saying that ambition is a bad thing, not at all. However, when ambition is applied to a universal mindset we quickly see that a greater good will yield a standard that gives way to speedier growth and hope. Think about it!

As we head into the holiday season in ZA, I hope that enlightened consciousness fills each of us up. I hope and pray that universality draws us to a brighter better future for all. Let’s make 2018 the breakout year that yields awesomeness and a restored faith in humanity and its dream of a better future. Nothing matters more than treating others as we want to be treated. I am fighting myself, daily, to be a good, kind and productive human. Are you?

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LIVING LOVE LIFE

CHOOSE ❤️

Stay your amazing self!

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•AJB•