365 days of 2013: The month of lurv

Documenting each day of twenty thirteen.

January's post can be found here.

The second month of my photo diary project has come to a close (apologies for the short delay)! In no particular order, here are the days of February:

I have had much more time to reflect on the wisdom of embarking on this particular endeavour, and have experienced "roller-coaster emotions" (excuse the cliché; it is relevant to this month thanks to the trip to Ratanga!) There were a few times I became so fed up that I almost quit, and other times where I enjoyed planning the daily shot. What became quite apparent to me, though, was that this project means something different to everyone. To some, it is a testament to making the most of each day; to others, it is a more realistic portrait of everyday life than can be found in Facebook newsfeeds.

What's the good of living if you don't try a few things? 

Charles M. Schulz

My resolution going into February was to do more of the things I said I would do or wanted to do. I did several new things: visited new places and cooked new dishes. If you go through my posts, they are largely positive and, with the exception of my Red Hot Chilli Pepper concert rage, filled with things that made my day worthwhile. They certainly fit in with the "month of love" theme. 

Do these photographs make others' days worthwhile? Or do they only serve to add value to my own day? Is my quest for daily snapshots a purely selfish one?

But better to get hurt by the truth than comforted with a lie. 

Khaled Hosseini

Yesterday, I dashed in to Garden centre for some early Sunday morning shopping. I was so caught up in my own mission that I almost missed an old lady trying to cross the busy parking lot. I quickly offered my help and my arm, and she told me how it's usually the "handsome young men" who help her to cross. I could have made excuses about being stressed out from being on call (double rotation!) or finding out that my home has been placed on the real estate agent's site (sad face). But I don't want to spend my days justifying why I live life in my comfort zone and miss out on opportunities to live a more meaningful life. This means living less in my head and more in the moment; not acting according to social convention, but rather as my conscience demands.

I cannot and will not cut my conscience to fit this year's fashions. 

Lillian Hellman

I am not choosing charity to be the photo theme for March; but I will find ways to add value to the lives of those I encounter.

So life makes hypocrites of us all

It's been a crazy few weeks. Heck, it's been a crazy few months. In the first five months of this year I've gone to two life-altering workshops, two holidays (one to South Korea!), been through several interviews and quit my job. So it should really be no surprise that any thoughts of blogging were cursory and far-between. I have just over a week left before I pack up my life and head off to the other side of the country to start a new job.


I was on holiday in Cape Town only three months ago with my boyfriend. Before then, I'd been to Cape Town for "Maths camp", as I fondly call it, in the middle of winter and I hated the weather. In fact, I was determined never to live there. While on holiday in February, with perfect summer weather, stunning scenery, delicious food, a wide variety of activities and excitement, I admitted to myself that it might not be so bad to live there after all... one day. It turns out "one day" is a lot closer than I originally thought, going from "never" to "next week". So life makes hypocrites of us all.


But I should rewind my story a little, how did I end up making such a move? I found myself wandering listlessly down the path of life, when suddenly, quite unexpectedly, I was thrust into a situation where I had to make a drastic decision. I was presented with a job opportunity, and had another in the pipeline. In the past I'd seen job opportunities and let them go by, content in carrying on subsisting on my routine in the comfort zone. Abruptly, the path I'd been walking ended in a T-junction. One of the paths branching off required only a minimal amount of change, and was the safer option - taking a job in the city where I already lived. The other path was very risky but also had potential for great reward - moving to the other side of the country to a city I'd only rarely visited to work for a fantastic company. I'd always seen myself as a "safe" player, ever cautious, rational and definitely a person who over-analyses instead of under-analysing any situation. So it was rather a shock to my system when I made the choice to move to Cape Town, leaving my whole life behind. I had only a few hours to make the choice, without knowing whether my boyfriend would be able to move with me, though he promised he'd support any decision I made.


With a little bit of prayer, late night interview coaching and mass dispersion of my boyfriend's curriculum vitae, he managed to find a job at a great company for more pay in less than a week. And this in a city that everyone assured us is great for holiday, but difficult to find work in and pays less than the South African GDP hub of Gauteng. It just goes to show how people remain stuck in their respective ruts while listening to the general opinion.


All that separates retrospect and regret is a decision. It's easy now to look back on life and realise I'd let so many opportunities go by without even giving them a second thought. It takes a great change in the way my mind processed things to allow myself to consider these opportunities. I'd not been looking for them, and I might easily have missed them.


It's funny how quickly things can change, and even funnier how the word "never" applied to something only seems to fast track that very thing into occurring.