SOCIAL MEDIA: BLESSING or CURSE?

SOCIAL MEDIA: BLESSING or CURSE?

Happy 1st of April everyone! You will agree with me that this year is flying by so fast, right? I have been meaning to share about the blessing and the curse that is social media for a very long time. Last week I finally decided to sit down and film a video sharing my experience, as a what I like to call ‘oldie’ in the social media space. I come from an older generation and therefore my experiences…

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LIFE.

LIFE.

We have all been there. Compared ourselves to the next person, wished we had what they have. Felt far behind. They drive and we don’t. They are married but we have been single for the last 3 years. We have felt unattractive, undeserving of love and unsuccessful. It all started with a thought. A thought in our minds. No one necessarily told us these things. We are our own worst enemies it is said. We have believed that…

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Respect The Help!

Respect The Help!

Money isn’t everything. Money can’t come and work for you. Human relationships are more important. We were made for human connections, you know. That’s what our children need to learn. Today money is here. Tomorrow it’s somewhere else. So what do you do when you don’t have anyone? Money can be a safety net for only so long before you realize you never made solid friendships with the people around you. Maybe you were too busy chasing after…

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A Girl Goes to the Bar Alone

A Girl Goes to the Bar Alone

Everyone has at least one weird thing on his or her bucket list. There are probably more weird things on mine, but the one that sticks out right now has to be –wait for it—sitting at a bar, and ordering a drink, and not giving a toss what the guy at the next table thinks. (There’s always that one guy throwing reckless glances, undressing you with his eyes, sending a drink your way hoping your panties will come…

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The Girl with The Big Feet

The Girl with The Big Feet

At seven years old I was chubby and pigeon-toed. No one wanted me on their team during a game of kati. I was slow at ducking. I was mostly the helper, fetching the ball when it went out of bounds. My siblings made fun of my feet and everyone called me Sherry Boxy. I didn’t like it one bit. My dad would get tired of buying me new shoes every term as I outgrew them so fast. Faster…

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