The First Time

Although slightly unnerving I am pleased to discover that this experience is actually quite liberating and not nearly as painful as other ‘first times’ have turned out to be. It is far more pleasant. I highly recommend it.

It has taken me far too long to write this. Thank God I bumped into an old varsity friend from Rhodes who reminded me of my aspirations. She also reminded me of the past and that can be quite a frightening experience especially when one has gone to such lengths (i.e. weekly therapy) to bury certain (mostly boy-related) memories. I have to admit that I have been partly shaped by those aforementioned memories which can be loosely translated into saying: A boy has had quite a significant, if not brutal, impact on my life. The funny thing is that I am almost certain he is completely unaware of that (as he is unaware of most things). Even so I learnt a lot about loyalty, about betrayal and mostly, about the many interpretations of love (this being, no person sees love in the same way which can be rather problematic).

Now I am no longer a student, a working woman instead. Surprisingly the transition was not hard and I have become use to my new life, in the Mother City. This has also surprised me – is it this easy for most people? Do we just transition and forget what it was like before? Are we really that easy?

Anyway.

Worried about mediocrity and allowing my life to pass me by, I have started writing a list of 1000 things to do before I die. I know, it sounds cliché but nonetheless, it has become my occupation. I am obsessed with ticking things off. So obsessed that running a 10km race is more appealing than letting a box remain unticked. Incredibly, my levels of motivation have sky-rocketed and I am actually quite enjoying it.  Again, I recommend it.

Otherwise, I am largely occupied with the stock market. I insist on getting incredibly rich via this mechanism. The only problem is that it completely overwhelms me (PE multiples? rand plays? AltX? WTF?) and I tend to go along with general opinions and well, have no idea how to read the market. And yes, this is on the list which means I will not stop till I get it right which should prove entertaining.

Well, first times are never fantastic. I am sure that I will get better, more experienced, more relaxed and soon have you begging for more. Until then, be patient.

Oh, and I believe a strong margarita can get you through any day. More about that next time.