After God, fear...

 After God, fear...Men? Women? Children at night after they've had sugar? Being seated in front of a taxi and having to distribute change? Or, how about a month that feels like three for the price of one?!

Januworry is Januworry guys. Sis isn't dropping the team average. Nope. She's living up to the standards of her clan. Holidays are officially over and the reality of adulting is facing us head on.

So, after God, who/what do you fear? How many years old were you when you discovered this danger? What precautionary measures are you taking? Will 2022 be the year when you deal with this fear once and for all?

If you'd asked me this question before I became a teenager, the answer would have been fictional characters from scary tales. Lesilo, Pinky Pinky  and that "waar is my kop?" (Where is my head?) episode on Emzini Wezinsizwa take the cup. Such a long list for my teen years. Okay. Not just long - long and embarrassing. Now...the fact that the process of adulting is irreversible. Yho! Fear adulting! Fear it...

I imagine there will be a couple members of the "fear doesn't exist in my vocabulary" crew reading this. Good for you mntase!

Okay, jokes aside. Let me be a bit serious. These three months of Januworry 2022 have added a few things on that list. After God, fear the possibility of being surrounded by intentions meant to bring you harm. After God, fear the way you sometimes ignore your instincts. After God, fear how quickly the human mind forgets.

Above it all, especially when things are heated in this life thing, make sure that after God you fear your inability to channel self love...

Re tsene!

 Re tsene! Binnnekant! Singene! We are within!

Happy 2022 er'body 🥳

First of all, I've missed you too. This always happens after the letters. 21 days of daily engagement and then...I go MIA. If you didn't know me better, you'd say I'm like a December fling who decided to ghost you after we had a good thing going. Knowing me, you know I've got you. I just needed a break.

The last few days of last year were lit. I attended two ceremonies. Good times! Always is a pleasure reconnecting with who I am and where I come from. When I was younger, this just meant feasting. Now I'm part of the behind the scenes gang who "make things happen" and boy, is that lit. Energy levels were at an all time low after all was said and done. But ke (anyway), asikho lapho (that's not the point).

We're on a new timeline...yay! Guys, we survived 365 days of that other year. She who shall not be named. She who gave us so much hands. We couldn't all be members of Destiny's Child but we are SURVIVORS. Jabba was definitely referring to us when he asked who the boss is. I don't know about you but, I'm crossing all things I am able to and praying that this year is nothing like the last.

Januworry is always in her own league. I'm trying my best to soak in the last bit of rest that I have before jumping on to the treadmill of all things adulting. Blocking out the noise from last year's Ls and shortcomings. Trying my best to let this year just take it's own course.

My themes for 2022 are: The pursuit of peace, To me and Psalm 23.

Thabk you for being part of the Life and Her lessons family. This year, may we not forget that our biggest fans are the ones looking back from the mirror. May we be kind to ourselves. May we be unapologetic for making the most of each moment which brings us joy, peace and love.

Compliments of the new year family...