<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Them: \u201cLayers- you\u2019re going to need to just get a lot of thermal tops and uhm, leggings yes, plenty of those\u201d \u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Me: “Ok, I\u2019ve got some already actually, and scarves and quite a sizeable amount of differently designed coats and jackets\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Me to myself \u2013 yes, there are coats.\u00a0 Trench coats, hooded bomber jackets, longer coats that have seen the inside of many suitcases from university days to \u201cvac\u201d * (vacation breaks per semester), to the mothball infused wardrobes in my childhood bedroom and to the ‘modestly sized yet bulging cupboards of adult life in Joburg. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The collection had increased, since moving to Johannesburg, admittedly more for aesthetic reasons than the severity of the Highveld winters.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Them: \u201cOh, my G-d , it is going to be freezing\u201d…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Me: \u201c Oh and I have quite a number of beanies too\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Me to myself:\u00a0 again, a collection that goes back to university days \u2013 different colours, different styles, and shapes \u2013 <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I think I\u2019ll be fine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ll be fine<\/p>\n\n\n\n
*****<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And so the conversations ensued with those who would suddenly walk into my solitary workspace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The conversations ranged from love, both romantic and platonic, to work, to creating, to uncertainty,to career goals, to perpetually waiting, to taking chances on yourself, to black tax and familial ties, to truly LIVING and not merely existing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ll be fine<\/p>\n\n\n\n
****<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There is nothing like being in limbo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The constant ebb and\nflow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The fear…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Oh, the fear, the kind that weighs your feet down like lead balloons.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I kept firing up north from the south. As I fired, there were moments when I would leap and run, moments when the lead balloons loosened their grip. Oh how great it was to move my ankles around.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Just as I was carefully running, the lead balloons would bring me down again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They weighed more than me…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They weighed me down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When I landed, I would wriggle the thread that so steadfastly held those lead balloons tied to my ankles. \u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The wriggling was meant to set me free, damnit! <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Shoot from the south\nto the north, hit, leap, run, miss, land, and wriggle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ll be fine \u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Him: \u201c You can do this, A”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Keep making me proud”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Do it for yourself”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Let me help you with a cover letter”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Here\u2019s a link to a job , you should apply”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Email these people, contact that person”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Come with me here and then you can also meet other people”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Listen to the people who actually love you”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“It\u2019s me, I\u2019m here “<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Don\u2019t overthink”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“I love you “<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Calls, texts, e-mails, WhatsApp conversations, likes, comments, and more private and intimate connections. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Plans .<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Heartbreak.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ache.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Frozen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Work , work , work <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tick- tock- tick-tock<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Many aeroplanes,\nforeign destinations but a familiar love.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tears, laughter, smiles, bubbles, kisses, arguments, conversations, slow dancing to no music in the early hours of the morning, brainstorms, arguments, the tightest hugs…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That\u2019s love it\u2019s all of the things, yes all of the things. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I think.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I overthink.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Fierce independence, career goals and a guard \u2013 these needed to let the love in. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
These needed love.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
These still need love<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Them: \u201cYou\u2019re young\u2026\nYou should\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Me: \u201cIt\u2019s not about age\u201d. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Them: “You should go and try , but what about” \u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Me to Myself : -but , what if, if only , let me just , in a few months <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tick-tock-tick-tock <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I kept running, the\npaces varied, hell the mind was also running marathons of its own.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tick-tock-tick-tock <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ll be fine \u2026.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tick- tock- tick-tock <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ll be fine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Frustration, arguments<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Self sabotage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Half hearted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Non-committal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The silence was deafening <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The love was and is still there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So is the guard, but\nwe learn about vulnerability. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
We learn that vulnerability is not a weakness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We learn that we have the ability to outweigh the lead balloons.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Now I am here.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I am here Now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We begin again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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