Who do i think i am?

It's so easy to believe that inspiration and motivation are the same, we often use the two words interchangeably but do they really mean the same thing? Not in the slightest ! I've come to realise that these two are worlds apart. Inspiration is felt and received while motivation is constructed and imposed. Not so long ago I wasn't privy to the subtle distinction between the two either. A significant amount of the action I was engaged in was more motivated than inspired. I believed in doing stuff  I didn't necessarily want to do so long as they would give me what I wanted-never has an unhappy journey resulted in a happy ending but I didn't know this. I had convinced myself that there would be no gain without pain and struggle was just part of the creating process. And so, struggle I did! While my efforts yielded a lot of what you might call achievements, none of these measure up to what I now know could've been achieved from an inspired place. I believe...

It's amazing that I named this blog "These things I know" and proceeded to write about things I know without actually expressing what I mean by 'know and knowing'.  This blog was started through me and not by me and so I didn't have time to scrutinise (thank the Lords) what was meant  the title, I simply received it and knew that this was it.... But my relationship with 'knowing' has significantly evolved since receiving that first impulse to begin the blog. I used to believe that 'knowing' is about understanding something, having a thing or concept 'make sense' to me and any individual with a sound mind. The Oxford Dictionary concurs with my limited (now I know) perspective of knowing. According to this version, to know is to "have information in your mind as a result of experience or because you have learned or been told of it" (Oxford University Press, 2010:826). I refer to this definition  as limited because it r...

Over the last three weeks I've been in semi-hermit mode. I deleted my Whatsapp, I don't follow anyone on Twitter so I only see my own tweets on the timeline and I only go on Instagram to share the fun I'm having and watch cat videos. I've chosen to go within and it's nice in here. All I need is within me! This social media sabbatical I'm on is helping me come to very clear decisions about the life I want for Myself. I haven't had this much clarity on the path I want to take in my life ever and it feels so good! I have a lot of mental space to ponder about my life, add more details to my creation, live limitless and realise (SEE God's blessings onto me) more because: 1. I'm not comparing what I'm creating to what others have created; 2. I'm not receiving unsolicited advice from humans who believe in 'constructive criticism'; 3. I feel less guilty about my thriving; 4. I'm not facing reality but creating it; 5. I...

How many of us have been convinced of "The One" bogus theory? 10? 50? 3million? 7 billion +? Yeah, I'm also in the same Whatsapp group. I can't count the number of times I've been told that every human on this planet only has one soul mate, one 'compatible' mating partner, on some sofa s'lahlane shit, that Prince Charming and Snow hullabaloo.      One kiss👀??? As soon as Disney was done convincing me that there's only one Charming for me...and one frog to kiss I entered high school and I was sold the idea that I must choose the one career path. This narrative is still reproduced in my now life as people ask what is it I do for a living and offer puzzled looks when I answer with a paragraph instead of one word. I'll admit it, the effort I sometimes unnecessarily offer  to try and condense my life experiences for their 'understanding' does not help me or the other.  Side note:I do give one too many fucks sometimes🙍.  I h...

I've lived most of my life believing that okayness is something I can acquire externally. I was born, like many of you reading this, into a world that told me that I am a sinner but I shouldn't worry because if I followed 10 (plus another 10 000) 'simple' rules written centuries before I came into being, I could cleanse my soul of this sin. Although my parents would describe themselves as Christian, I can't say I was raised to be religious but I sure was made to believe in my unworthiness (through social conditioning). While my first instict was to reject these ideas I slowly came to believe this because I sought to harmonise with the world I found myself in. So for a while, a good while, I lived my life mostly trying to obtain this elusive worthiness, my daily lived experience was that of efforting with hopes of feeling deserving. Now, because of my none-existent religious background my effort was not offered to gain purity for heaven sake. Nope. I was effort...