“YOU’RE SUCH AN IDIOT!!” My boss raged at a colleague who ordered 500,000 of the wrong size tubes from China. He ranted with high-pitched voice and bulging eyes, while the rest of us took cover behind our computers. This was one of the most stressful times in my...
“So, it was like, um, a bit of, uh… you know? And, well, it just got, too…, um, … ja.” At which point I noticed the uneasy shuffling. People politely averted their eyes from my burning cheeks to focus on the flipchart at the front. Except for Sven. Sven just kept...
“Clara Sophie Charlotte Bubenzer is my full name. Want one?” That’s what she asked in the car park while packing up from our last shoot. With her head in the boot, blonde hair refusing to be restrained by all manner of hairspray and those iconic black-rimmed glasses,...
Yesterday on my way to the airport I was trippy, giggly, babbly and weepy. I wasn’t drunk. I was running on a few nights of 4 to 5 hours sleep. Call it synchronicity that while gulping down a tall Americano I flipped through the latest copy of Longevity magazine, an...
I’ve been lying to my calendar. I’ve been back from an awesome business trip for weeks now, but I haven’t told anyone. Because I haven’t really been “back”. First I had to recover from the vulnerability hangover the workshop I delivered gave me. Then I had to lie in...
In a little over two weeks I’ll be standing in front of a select group of young academics from one of South Africa’s leading educational institutions. The group is made up of professors, doctors, advocates, senior lecturers and others who are focused on becoming high...
You never heard from me last week because I had a bad case of the Don’t-Want-Tos. What I didn’t want to do was create, add my voice, be generous, walk my talk, triumph over failure, be passionate, be remarkable, express myself, show up, lead a tribe, collaborate, live...
“Make it stop! Make it stop!” is what I was saying to myself while writing this week’s post. Because, dear reader, we have a new neighbour. And she’s a screamer. While I’d love to vent more I’m not going to. If she finds this post she might think I’m a...
There is really just one rule about raising a confident child, and that is to love them. Don’t love them for who they could become, or because they have beautiful manners, or because they remind you of you. Love them, simply, for them. Here are seven ways we can...
The problem with annoying titles like Five Things Successful People Do Before Bed is that I’m almost guaranteed to click on them. And then I scan the article looking for the secret sauce that’s going to turn me into one of the chosen few. And then I'm disappointed....
