Really? Sunday, February 2012 was the last time I posted? This is pathetic, I'm really quite disappointed in myself. I have no excuse actually. No wait, I do...ok, I don't. Truth is, although I haven't been posting, I've been writing. The problem is, my pieces have been less than average so I would rather not subject the world (yes, because the entire world reads my blog) to mediocrity.
My mind is bubbling right now. That's been me lately, thinking too damn much (oh yes, I say words like "damn" now - a lot of things change over two months). I think about my career, family prospects, being a wife, being a mother, finishing off that book, having fat chats with Michelle Obama, Chris Gardner and Trevor Manuel over a cup of coffee. No, make that chai tea. I think about the opening of the young leaders academy that I plan to give birth to. I think of shopping around the world. I think about the library that I will have in my home and how I will brainwash my children into thinking a mind that does not read will suffer a slow and painful death at age 9 and a half and never live to see the 10th birthday.
I think of the day when I will sigh with frustration and say "money can't buy you happiness" because I would have so much of it yet still want more!
I wonder how life would have been if I were a Tambo descendant, if Oliver Tambo had been my great grandfather. Would I have inherited if only a portion of his greatness? I love that man. Ask me who my role model is and I will tell you in four words: Oliver Reginald Kaizana Tambo. May his soul rest in piece.
I think about whether I'm doing enough, if I'm pushing enough, if one day I will sit back with satisfaction and enjoy the fruits of my labour? WILL there be fruits? Or will I only look back to seeds sown but failed to sprout?
That's me. I think and wonder and think and think. So before I allow this post to meander as my thoughts often tend to, I'll end it here.
Let me revise the pieces I've written and see which ones are worthy of editing (something I'm getting myself use to) and posting. They say a good writer writes their heart out then edits later. I edit as I go, after all, I'm a perfectionist, not a writer.
Thank you for stopping by, even if you're the only person in the world who's taken the time to, I appreciate it. Even if it's you, Oprah, I see you! By the way Miss Winfrey, if you've ended your show, how are you suppose to have that interview with me that I drafted 10 years ago and have been editing ever since?
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