Tsonga Princess

Resigning from my job was one of the hardest but most fulfilling things I've ever done in my life. I spent hours trying to word the resignation letter correctly, making sure it was convincing not just to my soon to be former employees but also to myself because I knew that as soon as I hit send there was no turning back. Then almost an hour of screaming and my former boss patronizing me and telling me how I did not utilize my time at work right - with a straight face mind you - it was at that instant that she looked me in the eyes and could so convincingly lie to herself about my role in her company that's when my light bulb moment came on and I knew it was time for me to leave. I spent the first few days after my resignation on a relative high, laughing, joking, sleeping and eating well for the first time in months. I felt like the load over my shoulder had been lifted and I could feel that the old me was coming back. After months of looking at myself in the mirror and not r...

I am used to excelling; doing great at most of the things I try. I stay in my comfort zone until I have perfected whatever it is I needed to perfect before moving on to my next challenge, so I’m not used to failing at anything that I try because I have prepared myself to the utmost best. So when I do fail at something I’m hit with the reality that maybe I just don’t know the things I should know and therefore not prepared for the hard knocks that failure puts in my way. Let me give you some context: I had a telephonic job interview and for some reason the lady on the other side of the line was just not cutting me any slack. From the first moment I picked up the phone she was all no nonsense and straight to the point. About ten seconds into the interview I knew things were not going well after that it was just a rush of talk, her trying to explain to me as calmly as she could how unprepared I was then a few seconds after that I heard the distinct slamming of the phone in my ear....

Family – the craze people we are biologically and sometimes not biologically related too. We laugh with them, we cry with them, sometimes we stop talking to them not because we don’t love them but because we just need to get some space from them. They meddle in our live, give us unwanted advice and sometimes tell stories that we wish they could have kept to themselves but most importantly we love them. This week I went to see my aunt and uncle, just to hang - in my defence it was a great idea when I started with it. I got there in a jolly mood because I had not seen them in a long time - now my family is one of those families that if we don’t see each other for a little over two weeks we think that is a long time. So there we were sitting laughing, joking, telling stories, giving advice (wanted and unwanted) but all in all it was good time. Two hours into my visit my elder aunt walks in with my cousins and that’s when things went a little craze. We started talking about politic...

The scariest thing about the New Year is that we put so much pressures on ourselves to reach what I sometimes think are unattainable, maybe a little unrealistic goals. A New Year comes around, you take stock of the previous resolutions and you beat yourself up because you open the piece of paper that you had written your previous resolutions on and realize  that you either forgot about them or you had made ridiculous timelines that even you could not reach - even if you had more time in the year. Side note: I am not a big fan of resolutions mainly because I have written them down only to not keep up with them * face palm * so that is why this new beginnings is really important for me. Last year I turned 26 and had so much drive and passion for what I thought would be a relatively good year and for most part it was. However at some point during the year I started to lose focus on the bigger picture when things made a turn for the worse and I mean for the worse. I wen...

So today I thought instead of being deep, reflective or complaining I should right a young post about showing gratitude. Sometime we walk around so deep in our thoughts and we forget to be grateful for the small blessings that we receive. So my challenge to myself this week is to live outside myself long enough to be grateful for everything that comes my way. Not everything that comes my way do I need to handle somethings I can do without. That's it be thankful. Short and sweet...

Recently I’ve been struggling with a colleague of mine who constantly belittles me, nothing I ever do is great enough for his royal highness, he argues with me at any given chance over the smallest of mole hills (at least that’s how I feel). I feel discouraged and constantly question whether or not I’m cut out the cut throat world of television where I either kill or be killed in order to survive. I question whether or not I’m good enough and if I would not be better off doing something else. At this point in my life I feel like this is a bad space to be in because my first thought when I get to work is when can I get over this so that I can go home, I’m constantly time watching willing it to be 2pm so that I can see how much I can do before its appropriate for me to leave without looking suspicious. Now don’t get me wrong I love television, there’s no aspect of it I don’t love, from conceptualizing, to creating right down to the finished product that the nation watch’s on their...