Every Monday morning, without fail, autopilot kicks in after the weekend (C’mon Noni, you gotta get out of bed, gotta start the academic week…). Gotta this, gotta that-all set to an infamous Boomtown Rats song on repeat in my head. You know the one, where that girl said she had no reason for opening fire on innocent people becausedit livened up her day-simplybecause she didn’t like Mondays? My Mondays are never that dramatic (I wake up, I go to work, I do some writing, I go home, and I sleep). However, the last couple of Mondays have had the highest of highs and lowest of lows.
Monday 8th August: Young Women’s Dialogue in Grahamstown, a forum for young ladies to engage over issue they found pertinent to their generation and be inspired by movers and shakers in the making in their community. One of my proudest moments ever, as an organizer, to watch the fruits of your labour unfold right before your very eyes.
Monday 15th August: the nastiest of falls I have had in a very long time after a bout of influenza (flu which kicked in on Women’s Day-9 August-I might add). On crutches and all. I’m more stubborn and hard-headed than usual and more determined not to be incapacitated by Spring Day. Maybe I push my body a little too hard but they say if you aim for the moon and miss, you’ll at least be amongst stars. A mantra for that week only, though, as I do believe you should be inspired by dreaming aloud-because such audacity that makes dreams come true!
Monday 22th: No rest for the wicked, found the inspiration to get up and work,”pimp limp” (as some friends would call it) and all. Inspiration then had to be turned into perspiration, as I navigated the world, one very slow and heavy-hearted limp at a time.I actively worked on putting a smile on my face, a spring in my step and fingers to my keyboard to get more work done (punishment for missing all of two weeks of taking it easy-doctor’s orders, first for the flu then for the ankle). I found my groove. At times of feeling inadequate I relied on the words of Marianne Williamson (“We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant… fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?”) Randy Pausch (“Be good at something…it makes you valuable”)and even Peter Griffin (“you know what really grinds my gear….” insert rant) to get me through it all.
That brings us to Monday 29th: simply butterflies. I tried so hard NOT to be nervous, NOT to have such high expectations and not to be so amazed by all the goodness that was filling the air. It’s been such a crazy journey to get to this week-this month especially-but cannot even believe how excited I am…and the best is yet to come. I am ready to share my journey with you, One Young World 2011, Zurich-no longer a dream, is was an aspiration to attend, and now, it’s a reality. A luta continua, the work truly begins!
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