Selectively Juggling

Do you see yourself as a leader? My boss views me as being a leader, as do my colleagues. I, on the other hand view myself as an independent and confident person, thriving from being autonomous. I’ve no desire to lead (aka manage) other professionals, as invariably people’s egos and personalities get in the way.…

What’s your favourite word? My favourite word at the moment is ‘pause’ , simply saying it out loud elicits a sense or feeling of calm. I challenge you to simply pause for a moment and say ‘PAUSE’. I don’t know if this has the same effect in languages other than English. Let me know what…

Interview someone — a friend, another blogger, your mother, the mailman — and write a post based on their responses. Me: “Hi, do you mind if I ask you a few questions?” Them: through strained smile “uh! Yeah , sure” Me: “Firstly … let me just say thank you for taking the time to speak…

What personality trait in people raises a red flag with you? A lack of compassion and empathy are massive red flags billowing in life’s winds. As are ignorance, arrogance, hatred.

How do you relax? I relax by holistically feeding my body, mind and soul. I relax by soothing my nervous system. I relax by being in nature, and removing myself from unnecessary noise and intense energy, people and situations. I relax to music, movement and calm.

If you had to give up one word that you use regularly, what would it be? “Do you know what I mean?” … not quite one word, but you get the drift – if you know what I mean?

Are you holding a grudge? About? What is a grudge? Who is to say what is actually a ‘grudge’ and what is actually someone’s realisation that they seriously need to install healthy boundaries in their life? A ‘grudge’ is petty, toxic and serves no one, especially not the person holding onto the grudge. Letting go…

What does your ideal home look like? My ideal home would be a glass greenhouse filled to the brim with large lush green plants. I’d have plants hanging from ceilings, walls and windows. My kitchen area would consist of polished concrete floors, specs of colour shining up at me. My kitchen countertops, benches and cupboards…

What brings a tear of joy to your eye? What brings tears of joy to my eyes? Ah, so many different and disparate things. I can’t go past the overwhelming beauty of nature and the way it so easily reaches in and touches my soul, my heart. The Aurora Borealis (Northern Lights) deeply affects me…