The second annual One Step at a Time Cancer Warrior Walk was held at the Johannesburg Zoo. The event was organised to commemorate World Cancer Day. The girls and I were present at the first inaugural walk back in 2018. So I jumped at the opportunity to be present at the second one.
Recycling. Being a Recycler. A noun or a verb that fills you with delight or dread. Perhaps you’ve tried recycling but couldn’t find anywhere to drop your items off. Maybe you’re hooked and love to see how little waste from your home or office goes to landfill. Or maybe you’re trying but you feel you’re missing the mark somewhere.
When I read the above paragraph I felt that my thoughts had been read, that this press release was written just for me. I could answer yes to those questions and yes I am well and truly ready to take the first step towards being a Recycler.
Sayings that I try live my life by:
Be the change you want to see in the world. Be kind always.
I was nominated by Carly who blogs over at Mom Of Two Little Girls to do a Random Act of Kindness. Don't worry, I don’t just stalk her, she does know who I am. Promise!
Upon receiving my nomination, I went through the different emotions of me:
Yes, it is exhausting being me.
Whilst one might think of Gin & Tonic when hearing the name of my blog, and whilst you won’t be wrong, you won’t be right either.
Whilst I do like the occasional Gin & Tonic sundowner, alas that is not the “tonic” I am referring to in the name of my blog – Tonic & Tiaras.
I have a love-hate relationship with the different WhatsApp Group Chats that I am part of in my WhatsApp world.
When our Telkom line has been down and with it my link to the outside world, I’ve been on edge ... no really it’s all I can get on my mobile. I mean what else do we use our phones for? Calls? Pfft!
I really have a love hate relationship with all the different chat groups I am part of. Whilst these groups can be a pain I find most of them entertaining. However I also find myself wondering how some people managed to get as far as they have in life. Seriously!
Honestly before now, Women’s day was just another public holiday in my books.
It is only as I have “matured” and undertaken the task of studying, specifically anthropology, this late in life that I realise that I have not taken the time to acknowledge why we have a day specifically dedicated to being a woman, especially here in South Africa.
I am lucky, I have been born into a time where I have a right to vote and the opportunity to study and be anything I want to be. A privilege still denied to many.
As a mom, I hope to let my girls know that the sky isn’t even the limit. That they can be whatever they want to be and that they have a right. In our last conversation, my eldest was going to be an astronaut who does hair. And that is awesome! I was proud. Well only until she told me there would be no space in the rocket ship for me, but she was quick to quip that she still loves me.
