Monthly Archives: March 2015

Big BIG day.

So, I’m about to attend a very important meeting, one that could possibly change the year’s course of action, for the better. I’m a little nervous and am currently running on little to practically no sleep, I’ve got my head up high and my senses in check (weird, I know, I mean how can our senses NOT be in place). 

Hoping, wishing and praying for nothing but the best. Let’s do this ish!


If you don’t try, how will you succeed?

At one point in my life, I took the lemons life gave me and I looked at it, wondering ‘What the hell am I supposed to do with this?’ You can only imagine what I did after, and no, I did not make lemonade. What I did instead, I took em and threw em in the first trash can I saw. Yeap, just flung it out like it didn’t mean a thing and I was completely OKAY with that. How silly. How silly I was in my early 20s. Actually, silly does not even begin to cut it. I was downright stupid. But then, something changed.

I was a brat during my younger years which eventually turned me into a rebellious teenager (when things did not go my way) and let’s just say I hit rock bottom when I approached “adulthood” thereafter. But that’s a story for another day. So, getting back to that moment that changed, it was kinda like ‘the big bang’ moment in my life. I tried. I gave it a shot. I (as cliche as this may sound) fell in love. I fell in with trying. I fell in love with the possibility of making it happen. I fell in love with the thought that I could do so much more. I fell in love with the idea of living and allowing myself to feel deeply for things I never appreciated. I fell in love with wanting to pursue my dreams. I fell in love, with me and all that I have to give.

After having my eyes open to these new possibilities around me, I began my new journey. I embarked on a new adventure where I did the impossible (in my eyes) and joined university at the age of 24. In a nutshell, going to school and beginning a new degree at the age of 24 while the other 24 year olds were busy graduating was perhaps, one of the more tougher decisions I had to make. And I’m glad I made it. I’m glad I tried. I was always so playful when it came to actual studying and I always felt I belonged to the second group of people: those who were not good at anything as opposed to those who are good at something. Well, whaddya know! I graduate in a month! And I can safely say, I know what I CAN BE good at now.

I tried and I made it. While I’m almost done with my degree, I have also set in place a company that runs events, advertising and a lil bit of marketing. My role? Content. How apt. My 15 year old self should be proud! I wasted many nights, wasting many sheets of paper penning down my thoughts, happiness and frustrations growing up. It’s funny how the world has evolved to truly define working as a means to feed your passion. I love to write, and to do it for a living? My 15 year old self would have never believed this was possible as I honestly did not see myself being a journalist and back in 2002, the revolutionary digitalized world was still in its infancy and if you liked to write then, your only options were to either be an author or a writer with the newspapers and magazines. At least that was what I thought. Now, it’s time to uncover the next chapter!

I’m glad I tried. I’m glad I tried to fall in love. I’m glad I tried to see beyond the unimaginable and pursue my passion. I’m glad I tried.