If Days Had Colours

I have often thought of my life as a huge canvas with lots of different BRIGHT, sometimes dull, grey and boring colours splattered on it. This past Saturday was particularly colorful to say the least…

I believe I was made for Television. We all have something within us that is bouncing to come out (we either listen or suppress it) and that part of me has been for a while. I’m a performer and entertainer at heart. I feel it always and hear it always.

So I decided to stop being a silly, damp, chicken and go ahead & take a dive for it. It’s the least I could do for myself right? I went ahead with well hidden quivering knees to meet the producer and the host of the proposed show. We spoke about all kinds of topics close to our hearts, which made it all the more comfortable.

I then did a screen test where I had to interview a young lady I had previously met and who inspired me to the core (she almost made me cry with her music, that emotive voice and lyrical content). Thobekile.

Must add how important I felt holding the microphone. I didn’t want to let go. It was mine. I was meant for this after all. Right?

The interview I did was natural, fun & engaging (I would like to believe).

So back to the story about my Techniclour Saturday - This was the day I would hear the news that I had indeed clinched the job! I was beside myself with pure joy. I felt like I was radiating a bright pinky orange hue into the world and those around me.

Then it was off to Langa to join in the festivities of a fun day organised by one of my friends who I met on a life-changing course called the Lucca Leadership Course. He & a friend of his run the sport development aspect of a youth development program and they had put together an amazing free training session of tennis. There was live entertainment offered by the children and youth of the area. From gumboot dancing, to traditional Xhosa cultural dance.

We got taught how to play tennis. By youngsters in their twenties. I was adamant I wouldn’t grasp a thing but was proven wrong.

At the end of the day I was the last woman standing (nope; not on any kind of merit – only because I got sucked in – Hi, my name is Emily & I have an addictive personality). A few innocent –literally– bystanders fell victim to my over-zealous slamming of the ball (the oldest must have been 15). I’m still cringing.

I loved it. The tennis playing that is…

Earlier this week I won a competition (did I mention I’ve been crowned Little Miss Fortunate? It was a small ceremony I must say - me, myself & I) which allows me “+ 1” to gain entry to my favourite party hosted by Fiction on a monthly basis & get gear sponsored by one of my favourite street wear brands Butan Wear.

My choice of “+1” is a friend of mine (who shares a birthday with me – had to squeeze it in somewhere) new to Cape Town so I dragged her along and had giggles for Africa. She reminds me of myself when I was younger, plus a touch of what I imagine my lovely boss was like when she was younger (could be the English accent or the haircut) add a tasteful dose of eccentricity and you’ve got Miss Sara Pee.(She’s 18, gorgeous and so refreshing!)

Her dress strap decided to unhook in the front & we spent a good half an hour trying to fix it on the balcony using a safety pin to put it in place. She really looked like she was expressing milk. It was hilarious.

We danced & danced and danced. We then went to the corner store to get Chocolate to calm her inner Emily. I got some Ice cream. Yum.

On the walk back I saw a Lime abandoned helium balloon in the middle of Long Street. I had to have it. I could see it floating in my room in my minds eye. So I dashed for it. But things didn’t quite work out as planned and it turned into a death defying act. I got the balloon in the end (despite the taxi driver yelling “Jou Poes” out of his car door…) that’s all that matters. Ice cream in hand and floating balloon in the other.

What a day. Work the next day: bright & early.

Bubbles of Joy

I love my life so much right now.

Life has a funny way of showing you what to attract into your life
and if you listen hard enough at
the ever evident vibrations
of the direction you
should be going in
we reach our
desired
destination
and achieve that
inexplicable warm
happiness we all wish to
attain when we go to bed each night

Listen, feel, open yourself up and be ready to receive.