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Thursday, February 19, 2015
Tips on renewing your drivers licence in SA
Unlike this picture which showcases a woman smiling after getting her licence renewed.... most South Africans walk out of the licensing department hot, sweaty, irritable and with a very long face. That was me today after I renewed mine. A chore that we all wait for the last minute to do, with sheer dread splashed across our worried faces.
In South Africa, our systems are backwards and you generally have to book an entire day off to renew your driving licence, depending on if you have the right department and documents with you - which no one gives a damn about telling you which ones. If you don't, well that's a whole other story in itself.
In South Africa you can expect hot stuffy rooms filled with bad fuck'en B.O, long-ass queues and only one teller or eye tester working when there are a plethora of stalls available. Don't forget the machines are all broken, people are unfriendly and do not help and every person working there looks like they wish to be somewhere else.
But we all have to venture into this adventure, so here are some tips I picked up on my journey to the dark side of the world.
Although there may be signs to not eat or drink, screw that! If I'm forced to sit in a hot room and lose water through copious amounts of sweat, then I will drink my water and enjoy it too. Hiding a bag of food or crisps in your handbag is also another handy way to avoid starvation. With all the long hours sat there, I am surprised we don't walk out the license department looking like the mummy. I cleverly hid my bag of Doritos in my bag, opened it slowly and allowed the chip-like aromas to fill the room - and wait for the people sitting next to me to peer jealously at me. Oh yes baby. It's time to chew. Remember to chew slowly as to make out that you're only chewing gum. Gum is not a food group and therefore does not qualify.
Take anti-bacterial wipes with you when doing an eye test, so as to wipe the lenses and forehead area of the machine. I swear I've acquired pink eye. My eyes are feeling a lil' bit on the itchy side. Where are the eye drops? Who knows how many stink eyes have seen those lenses, let alone how many sweaty, zitty-fied foreheads have touched that piece above the lenses. Thinking about it gives me nightmares. Hold on... going to wash my face now with the strongest anti-bacterial stuff I can find. Hold on...
...Much better.
Do as the Chinese do and wear a face mask. I think I'm getting the flu now, sneezing and sniffing. Should have worn a damn face mask to protect me from germs. I mean... in these rooms, people basically sit on you. "Hi... here is my lap, please make yourself comfy." And with close spaces like these, it's pretty much guaranteed you'll walk out with something new (and I'm not talking about your drivers licence!) These masks will also help with the smell that lingers in the air, especially when you get a waft of someone's underarm when they fan themselves with their documents. MMM..... Doritos and arm stink... a delicious combo!
But all in all, I managed to survive and renew my licence. Thank goodness it's over... I'd much rather pick up dog shit in a heatwave then suffer through that again. At least you only have to do it once every five years ... and by that time... let's hope SA will be in the technological game then and you can do it online!
Monday, February 16, 2015
Spiritual vs reality: Finding the balance
I have not written a blog for 2015 yet, but hell's bells and Lucifer's balls this is a mighty one to start with.
It's taken me pretty much my whole life and two significant years to be whacked across the face with a life lesson that would inevitably change my whole existence. Powerful stuff 'ey
In nutshell, I've always been a workaholic. I have always looked to the future, worried about life, bills, money and everything realistic in between. Then 2014 happened. And somehow in the months of this unfruitful year I became a 'hippie'. Not in the traditional sense... I did not have dreads, smoke pot or wear multi-coloured robes. (I am not judging those who live this lifestyle so please place ducktape neatly over your mouth before you comment.) What I mean is that I acquired the spiritual way of thinking that these fun-loving people possess.
Let me break it down ... In 2014, I went with the flow of the universe. I denied reality and thought that things would work out. I was living in denial thinking that the plants would feed me and the air would pay my bills. I loved being in this space which I now refer to as 'what the fuck were you thinking!?'
I went from workaholic to freelance writer. Working for myself. One day I finally smelt the burnt coffee and realised that this thinking and this lifestyle was not working for me. It wasn't. I ended up with a shit load of debt, a car that was disfunctional, walking to the shops until my heels bled, and overall in a very unhappy state.
On a journey to get my life in order I got a full time job and a stable income. I started paying off debt. Everything became crystal clear when I spoke to a friend and she spoke words of wisdom. Here's the reality bat, WHAM, BOOF, SMACK! My journey, and every painstaking step became crystal clear. Although her words grinding like cheese on a grater, there was truth. This stuck to my soul like dried Pronutro on a bowl. It forever changed my thinking, the way I saw people and their lifestyles.
I went from being a workaholic to a 'hippie'. I wanted to cram all my dogs in a van and travel the country. Pfft... yea right. It was there that I thought balance was. Wrong. It was only after I returned to work, still thinking in the spiritual way but living in reality, that I realised where balance was. Being a workaholic is one side of the polar express and being a hippie was the other. Either side did not offer balance I so unrealistically thought it did. Yes, the universe (and God) provide you for, yes there is a universal path and we must go with the flow of life, but we also have to eat, live, feed our dogs, take a shit in a toilet which we pay for. When you put your foot in the door and say "Hey, Universe I'm trying here," the universe offers so much more. The rewards are greater because you've found balance.
I am grateful to have crossed the different paths and have travelled the polar express in such an extreme way. I now see both sides of the spectrum. I can understand both the spiritual hippie and the realistic workaholic. Most people will never be able to understand or see eye to eye. It's like putting Santa Claus and the Easter bunny together... they will never find a space of understanding. But I do. I love both sides for what they are, what they have taught me. And as I continue on my path of what I now believe to be balance, I can now look positively into the future with excitement.
May you find your own balance in whatever way it may be. Grow in your spirituality, but remember that we live in a world where money is key and being a responsible being is important. Allow the universe to provide for you, but never just take. Pay it back. As much as I'd love to live on an Island and sit on the beach all day eating bananas, I'm not a monkey. Find the balance and live as a earthling and as a spiritual being. Be a part of all dimensions - balance between living on earth and in the spiritual realm.
So in closing... this was my lesson and I thank everyone and God (Universe) for helping find it. We all have different paths and love everyone for that. No judgments are placed, this is just my own personal opinion for what I have gathered and how I feel about things. But if you find truth or are offended but what I am saying, then maybe the universe is trying to tell you to find balance and if I've taught you a lesson than I am grateful for that.
Till next time monkeys,
Stay lifted, stay balanced
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