Could busy be a good thing?

“It is not enough to be busy… The question is: what are we busy about?” ~ Henry David Thoreau. In this post I share my top 10 productivity hacks.

The power of kindness

Walking out of my office today, I bumped into a co-worker who has been trying to help me resolve a particularly tricky release of funds. It’s been going on for a while now and I knew that it had her feeling a bit frazzled. So I said thank you. That’s the standard thing to do…

Writer’s Block

As a writer, I have often found myself crippled by the fear that my audience will find me wanting. And as a result, the love for my craft becomes buried underneath an avalanche of self-doubt manifesting in dreaded writer’s block and a sea of beautiful clean blank pages.

Know when to leave

So many people allow bitterness to consume and then cripple them, because of where they find themselves…
Know when to leave.

5 Signs it’s time to make a major life change

There are some things that are inevitable along this wonderful journey called Life. One is that at some or other time we will be struck with the feeling that something is not quite right. Often, we shrug it off and carry on. Sometimes the feeling goes away and sometimes it grows into full-blown depression or burnout. Trust me,…

Don’t let your title trip you up

We will fondly remember her for the attributes described by her official title – Marketing Manager; Cleaner; CEO; Stay at Home Mom; Personal Assistant; SEO Specialist; Editor – said no one at a funeral ever. Yet often we become so entwined in the name or job description we’re given that we forget that the name or title is not synonymous with who we are.

Be Brave

Without bravery, we will never be able to realize the vaulting scope of our own capacities. Without bravery, we will never know the world as richly as it longs to be known. Without bravery, our lives will remain small – far smaller than we probably want our lives to be. Jack Gilbert

The boy who didn’t die

I asked Mdalaga Mrisho, or Amdy as he is better known in Cape Town, to come to my house today to repair the faulty electric wiring in my lounge. What I expected by the end of his visit was a fully functioning well-lit lounge/kitchen area. What I didn’t expect was to be on the receiving end of his incredible life story.

An introduction to India

Ancient facades of crumbling masonry stood proudly above the midday steam rising from hot sticky tar; unaffected by the incessant cacophony of hooters; and unintimidated by the constant parade of almost impossibly bright orange, pink, blue and yellow saris flowing past them.

They have had their heady moments of being stared at, admired, photographed, marvelled at; there was a time when they demanded admiration. But now they are quiet and graceful in their journey towards the dust from which they were born. Silently holding hundreds of years of secrets within their greying walls.

I had arrived in Bombay.