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London 2012 Olympic Ceremonies: Volunteer Performer

Last year I applied for London 2012 Olympic tickets. I figured I’d never again live in a city with the Olympics and so wanted to attend a few of the events. And as it would be a once in a lifetime opportunity, I was particularly keen to attend the opening or closing ceremony. Unfortunately, my bid was not successful with either event. Not surprising really as millions applied. Thus, after reading a news article which indicated that the organisers were looking for volunteer performers, I decided to apply. And luck would be on my side as not only was my […]

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Go The Fuck To Sleep

The book Go The Fuck To Sleep written by Adam Mansbach makes me almost grateful that I don’t have children. It hilariously captures the frustrations many parents experience trying to get their young children to sleep each night. Here is audio version of the book narrated by Samuel Jackson. Related posts: Sleep Deprived 10 More Minutes of Sleep Michael Jackson Potter extract appears on web

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Finding Self

I absolutely love this manifesto video created by Holstee. It is a call to action to live a life full of intention, creativity, passion, and community. So this speaks to me as for the last few years, I’ve been trying to do more of what I love. Also change what I don’t like about myself or surroundings. Its not easy as personal and professional pressures often come bearing down, but trying to stay true to self as know this will get my closer to my ultimate destiny. And really, life is too short to be not following this path. Related […]

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Phenomenal Woman

One of the biggest regrets surrounding my mother’s death, is that I didn’t take part in her funeral service. Truth be told by the time she died, I was so emotionally and physically exhausted that I just let others take over. All my effort the proceeding months had been consumed with trying to keep her alive, to get her on a path to remission, that when the end came, I had nothing left. But I really do wish I had said something during the service. Even if it was just to read a poem. The one that comes to mind […]

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Eighteen Years

It’s been eighteen years today since I held my mother’s hands as she took her last breath. Eighteen years since I heard her say her final words: “God is good.” Eighteen years since I picked up the bible as I heard the death rattle and read to her the Book of Psalms. And after all these years, it’s suppose to be easier. I’m not suppose to cry or even be angry because there has been enough time to bring about acceptance of it all. But I don’t know — it just all still seems so unfair that she was taken […]

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