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When I Said Yes To Me


There comes a point when being consumed by everything needs to stop. You find the people around you boring. The family drama draining. That’s when being still needs to happen for you to hear your soul whisper: ‘‘take care of me please. I am starving for attention. I’m hungry for affection’.
I turned 26, then 27. Next thing it was 29, now I am 30 (please note how much I’ve been editing this post). In a space of a few weeks prior to my 29th birthday I was so unhappy with where I was in life. The flat I lived in was cold and dark. It was a true reflection of me and where I was emotionally. I needed it to stop.

A friend invited me to an all expenses paid holiday in Cape Town. I grabbed the chance and was on a plane to the beginning of my 29th year. I had a blast and on that Sunday afternoon friends invited us to climb Lion’s Head an landmark that will test your hiking and climbing abilities. I was there ready to climb this mountain. In my head I thought easy peasy. But little did I know that I would face my fear of heights head on but also I would depend on the functioning of my God given limbs for the following 2 and half hours. I needed to keep it together and make it back to the car to tell everyone I knew how cruel the mountain was. I made it back after much sweating and self doubting. I got in the hotel room to shower and told God that if he made me this strong he needed to tell me what next. I went to an awesome musical show in some random pub and an awesome show it was, thought nothing of the prayer I had said in the shower.

Next day we had breakfast and made it to the airport. I made it to the plane took a seat ready to go back to my dingy life.  Then I looked up and the airhostess asked us to move for an elderly lady who had booked the window seat. Without protest, I moved and a funky energetic Ms Anne sat down greeted us and proceeded to tell us how this shuffling would not have happened had the airhostess brought the elderly in first. We took off and then began what felt like my life. A conversation on living life to the fullest unfolded. She pleaded with me to go wherever I wish to go. She explained to me how I should sort out my retirement and make sure that I never settled for marriage just because it was expected of me. How my life was bigger than I thought and that the life experiences so far where bringing me to the best time of my life. She gave me a magazine and said read about the great women in this magazine and one day before I die you will be in this magazine too. I was moved and shaken to my core. I landed and I started looking for a new flat. I knew that if I make the first move God would arrange the rest.

I moved within 10 days after landing. I have taken risks and enjoyed the glow on my face since. I have gained weight, lost that weight and took a few knocks in life since. However I live with a bit more bounce in my step. When I choose to move I decided I was going to do this at my own expense. No help from anyone but I have been given so much since. As I type this blog I am sitting on a couch that has been given to me and delivered to my door step.


So the aim of this blog was to say. Take the first step. Say yes to yourself and listen to your elders. In case you were wondering about Ms Anne. I call her from time to time and sometimes and overjoyed elderly voice relays the latest travels and how fabulous life is. She’s a globe trotter so sometimes the call never gets answered. Remember, Ms Anne is living her life to the fullest. 
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