The Windy Season: August In The Vaal

Image
It's that time of year when seeds scatter, ready for new homes. It's a season of acceptance, because what follows is a new beginning. August feels like a season of relief, proof of Spring.. A blackberry tree spotting new leaves There are blackberry trees on the third house from mine, already spotting new leaves. By month's end, all of it will be green. In the south, August is windy, and dusty too; it turns the sky a soft, thick orange, the kind you watch from behind a window rather than step into. The afternoons warm up, but nobody dares stay outside too long, especially in the Kasi. You'd end up coated in dust like the ground itself. I remember when my stockings would be almost a brown shade after school. A woman's month, it's a cozy month in its own way.  My mother was born in August, and she's always believed her birth month carries good news with it. I've seen it happen enough times to believe it. That is why it's always a pleasure to enjoy th...

Embracing Life's Journey


Embrace /verb/

To accept readily or eagerly.


Example: She embraced the journey willingly and with enthusiasm.


The pashmina I'm wearing in the picture belongs to my mother; I sold it to her when I was selling Avon. Today, I went straight to her closet to find something to cover up with, and this little act reminded me of a time I was younger and the consequences of picking through her closet uninvited had me face-to-leather with the belt lol. During those times, I wasn't anxious. A trouble maker yes—but never worried.


This past month and a half, I’ve been to and from my first-ever job. I’ve met some nice people, all older than me and experienced in both life and work. When I'm there, I clock in so focused on my job. There are times when I make mistakes with my orders and feel irritated at my co-workers due to miscommunication. I could go on forever about the working conditions, but I’ve learned to tell myself, You’re doing okay. Now I just go to work not because I want money, but because these people have grown on me, it's much better than being a couch potato.

Heck, I didn't think I'd last, I wanted to leave because—what is a job compared to my last relationship that lasted a week?


I’ve been trying to live my life according to a certain plan, forgetting that plans can change. And for every failed plan, I was ready for the anxiousness that came after.

When did we become so comfortable with anxiety?


I realize now that I do not want to be at the mercy of a person, money, or my desires—only at the mercy of God. Living by my understanding has led me nowhere so far, but I know my God won’t misguide me.

So I will be embracing life’s journey.




Comments

Popular posts from this blog

How to Support Small Businesses & Local Creators (Without Spending More )

How To Spring Clean Your Room: Simple Steps for A Fresh Space

How To Rest: Becoming A Rested Generation