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Hello Mizz Blog!

It's been a while - it's seems as though I have lost my inspiration to write (everything is happening but nu'thin significant to write about.) I didn't even know what to write as the title.

I am, ONCE AGAIN, in a weird place. A dark place. A lost place.

(But I guess that's what you get when you are an over-analytical stress-freak like I am)

Yes, I am in a dark place again - maybe borderline depressed. But I think that's how everyone is feeling at this moment.. being year end and all.

We are all tired and all in bad fuck'en need of a holiday.

As year ends comes hurling around the corner, I found myself getting busier and busier. Every weekend is fully booked with jobs, every day at work is hectic and now I have to work at night to keep up with the load.

I think I have come to the realisation that I am a workaholic.

I also have joined the 'gig' economy - where someone has a multitude of jobs. I recently got myself another channel of income, but now I am really overworking the system.

Think. Think. Think.

That's all I seem to do these days.

(Oh and watch old movies, Like Disney Cinderella and The Sound of Music, which remind me of my past and take me back to a place where I was happy.) - Fuck, I sound like a morbid.

I am lost with no direction. It's a battle in my head everyday - should I stay? Should I go solo with my business? What am I doing with my life? Am I on the right career path?

Shit, I wish I had the answers to my so-called life.

Yes - a book that fell into my lap with all the questions and accompanying answers would do me a hell'o'va good!

Life at the dam is nice. The driving is severely getting to me though. I found a tick on my neck today (if that's not a "welcome to Hartees" sign, then I don't know what is)

I think I need to look at the small things and not be overwhelmed by the bigger picture and how much needs to get done before the end of the year.

As someone dear said to me "Things will happen, you don't need to force it."

The smell of books

I walked into Exclusive Books today.

*Sniff* *Sniff*

Let the aroma fill my nose.

Wow, I love this smell. 'I'm home' in this smell.

The smell of authors and books - for me, the smell of inspiration.

Mix this aroma with the smell of Seattle Coffee next door - and what you get it my picture perfect life. To be a novelist and to have my book in this store.

To have my own book smell.

If they could take this aroma and make it a perfume, wow I'd be the first to buy it.

*Sniff* *Sniff* - ahhhhh....... mmmmmmm.....

Gotta love the smell of books....

Opportunities

I am changing my energy field.

Being in Hartees, it brings new opportunities - as I always thought it would.
Stagnation be gone!

I am putting my feelers out there. I am putting things out into the universe.

It's almost as if I have a new YEST for life.

I can smell the opportunities there.

No.1

Stace-Face Face Painting is hitting Hartees - and BIG. I am branching out the business.
I have placed two adverts in two publications in Hartees to advertise my business. I have also contacted two party suppliers there and have offered my services to them. In harties it's like taking candy from a baby. There are no party planners in that area.... step in STACE-FACE!

No.2

I have contacted two people to do freelance journalist work, which are both based in that area. (Weird how the universe works hey!)

No.3

Stacey Rowan will now be a horse-poo picker up'per.
I am now going to be with horses. Long story short - a medium told me to be with them. I am a horse whisper. (This probably sounds nuts, but its true. I do have a connection with horses. I still remember Malaga. Oh Malaga. A horse I befriended and a horse I cried over when leaving him) I also want to get back to nature, instead of sitting in front the boring TV set like a vegetable. These muscles need to get a'moving. So I am going to the horse farm on Sunday.

No.4

I am in the process of purchasing a massage table bed. It's time to get back into Reiki and start practicing. I am putting my feelers out there in the spiritual world. And, it's about damn time!

Yup, I am definately hoppin' on the opportunity wagon.

..... FULL speed ahead!

I - heart - Harties

It's official, I hart Harties....

I've moved in.

What a bitch! Wow, I think I have knock knees and broken feet from heavy lifting. I look like a decrepit granny when I walk.

But we in and that's that.

Home Tweet home. I can actually hear the birds tweet and the wind blow. (Unlike the cement jungle of Jozi, which is smothered in a layer of "vroommmmmmm" - the constant noise of cars."

I found my escape. My retreat after a long day of work. It's bliss, put simply.

Who can say that they wake up to the view of Mountains....? Be-a-you-ti-ful.

I can now look forward to walking my dogs, swimming in the clubhouse pool, having romantic walks on the golf course and just enjoying a great lifestyle.

I hart Harties!