I am embarrassed. No. strike that – I’m ashamed, mortified even, that it’s been a month since my last post. Forgive me.At first it was because I had nothing nice to say (which is when conventional wisdom advises you to shut the hell up) and then it was because I had too much to say, and let’s be honest, no one likes a chatterbox.
When in doubt, keep it simple stupid, so here are my ten cents for the week: find the good.
Lately I’ve been feeling overwhelmed by the all the doom in the gloom. Perhaps you’ve felt it too? There’s no need to go into detail but a glimpse of the newspapers or daily bulletins pretty much confirms there’s a lot of suffering in a country that feels miles away from the one that was still on a World Cup high this time last year.
But every time I feel myself wallowing in a ‘people are poop’ mentality I stumble across South Africans shuffling and hustling to do better, be better and help others along the way.
With Mandela Day just around the corner it seems silly not to jump on the hopeful bandwagon and spare a meager 67 minutes to help someone else in honour of Madiba’s 93rd birthday on Monday 18 July.
As I write this, an email has just appeared in my inbox inviting me to spend Sunday morning with orphaned and vulnerable children at Orango Tangos in Randburg. One google hit of the place and I’m sold. Children, jungle gyms, party packs – what’s not to love?
Check back next week when I update you on my day of sugar highs, monkey bars and 100 kids. In the meantime let me know if you have anything planned and if you need help. I’ll be sure to spread the word via Twitter @CLEO_SA and Facebook CLEO S.A.
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