Still I rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise. by Maya Angelou
Oh how I love it. It resonates so much with my daily struggles, when life throws curve balls my way and I lose balance, I fall and pick myself up and say to myself: still I rise. I am on chapter #42 of my Life: HerStory. And it has been the bumpiest ride ever. I try and focus on my work but somehow get panic attacks for I worry I will make mistakes.  This is the first time in my life I finally found what I had been looking for career-wise. The job that screams “Mpho” whenever I get up, deservedly so for it took me half of my life to get here. I do deserve another lonesome trip, right? 
This chapter also includes grieving for the loved one, the one’s life was snatched away from you just like that. I am never the same. And I do pray and hope that I will divert this grief towards something that my future self will thank me for. Let me see:
  1. My spirituality!
  2. Get off my lazy ass and get on the road to prepare for the #Comrades2020
  3. Make sure the move with my parents work for all of us. Take it as a blessing not a burden.
  4. Do a short course.
  5. Blog. Blog. and blog some more.

    Mpho

    #Mommycrushmonday

  6. And most importantly be present, as a MOM, daughter, sister, aunt, employee and a friend!

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