“Who is that Tall Drink you’ve been hiking with?” A question from an old friend. Well, that Tall Drink is now my fiancé. HA, who would of thought?
My father is certainly having a good chuckle wherever he is.
I’ve been gone for a while, I know. An explanation for March I do not have but for April, all I can say is that I was busy living my best life in the best month of the year so far. It was a month of birthdays, celebrations, engagements, and family reunions.
I have to admit that there were moments where I completely forgot about Covid. After such a long time of isolation and separation it felt so good to have some company and pure unadulterated fun. That’s not to say that going out and living life was not without it’s stresses. Constantly sanitizing is still a thing, wearing facemasks constantly is still a thing, social distancing as much as possible is still a thing but somehow within those confines we found a little freedom.
And that felt good.
At the beginning of April I found myself anxiously waiting at OR Tambo for a man I had met more than 30 years before and yet it still felt like we were about to experience a 1-month long blind date. I often wonder about the synchronicities of life that it would come to be that his Dutch parents and my South African father would come to live and work in a tiny village in Big Bend, Swaziland.
We first met as kids, in a place surrounded by nothing but sugar cane fields. After a long absence and lots of life lived in between, he in the Netherlands and me in South Africa, we “met” again online during Covid. Three trips had to be re-scheduled and a lot of patience exercised before he finally landed back on African soil in April.
I’ll never forget first seeing him pass by the glass on the way to the exit and our eyes locking for the first time; the hug and the first kiss. It was so surreal and so special. And I guess that’s why my protective instincts kicked in. I wanted to keep it private, protected and personal.
During the month of April I found myself constantly questioning whether I really wanted to share details of my life or keep it sacred. (as in private, personal and special) As time passes I find myself leaning more to the sacred.
I’ve been more conscious and curated on social media, monitoring what I put out there.
Somedays I feel like being totally private and others I want too share. I guess I’m finding my own balance and boundaries. We are all different. There are no rules.
It’s the same dilemma with this blog. I constantly question whether what I’m saying is important or even of value.
I’ve read so many articles that say only blog about a niche product or area of interest. I’m sure they are right.
But, for now I have no niche, all I have is life.
For now, I want to write about life: the realness of it. I want to write about love, relationships, feelings, experiences that are messy, sometimes ugly and also good. All these things affect and reflect our Wellbeing.
For now, I want to be a wildling like my father. No rules, no expectations, no filter.
For now and probably for always, I want to write just to enjoy the process and not to care about the outcome.
I want to share and I also want to keep sacred. In the flow of it all, we find the balance.
The thing about life though is to stay in the flow.
With love as always,