Bumping my head in the beginning

Starting out on a new venture takes a certain amount of courage. You don't know what you don't know, and there is a high likelihood that you will make mistakes or get hurt. I literally got hurt when I first began expressing my inner wild woman.

Everything works together when you find your soul's calling

After awakening to the fact that my soul had an unmet need for adventure, I wrote down my thoughts in my journal. Journalling has always been my preferred way of processing my feelings. It helps me frame my thoughts in a narrative that not only makes sense but promotes positive action as well. Here are some extracts that highlight the radical change I was undergoing:

What preparing for a holiday taught me about myself

The day before I was due to fly to Durban with my guide dog I felt very low in energy. It didn't make sense because I was looking forward to spending time with my family. We would be staying at a house on a large plot in the Drakensberg mountains with opportunities for long walks. Yet I could barely find the motivation to pack my suitcase and gather the knitting projects I would be taking with me.

Out of the shadows

Losing my sight in my teens put an end to my dream of working with horses. The diagnosis of juvenile macular degeneration I received left me in no doubt that I would become blind, so I switched my focus to academics and art. By the time I was declared legally blind at age 17, I had completely put away all physical goals and decided to become a novelist instead.

Refining the art of conversation from lessons learnt in lockdown

This morning I remembered a pet peeve of mine from university days. I think it was provoked by my reading of Pride and Prejudice in English ...