
Posted by Bronwyn Swartz | Filed under General, My Adventures
26 Sunday Nov 2017
08 Wednesday Nov 2017
Posted in Family and Friends, General, My Adventures, Touchy-Feely Crap
Ok peeps – so this post is heavy. If you not in the mood for heavy then I strongly recommend you rather skip reading this one. I have a couple of hopefully interesting posts coming up shortly, besides the Bespoke vlog. Gonna write something on tattoo removal (yikes I’m getting that done!… again) and other cool summer vibes. 
I’m sure you’ll enjoy those blog posts. Have a few awesome plans for summer – another murder mystery dinner, more on the Galileo open air cinema I went to last night, an archery lesson coming up etc etc etc. Bring on summer! (Yeah yeah Ok – Some work too :))
8 November 2017 – Crafting … that’s what it feels like. I love the word ‘crafting’, because in my mind there is a connotation between crafting and creating something good and beautiful.

Two nights ago, Monday 6 November was particularly significant to me. That the day that I decided to surrender and separate the anxiety derived as a consequence of my past from my current identity. That is not the same as surrendering pain, Nope. Forgiveness is surrendering pain – surrendering the past – well that is something different.
Few months ago I surrendered pain. I forgave. That was good for healing. So the start of healing took place – and yet on Monday I realised there is still something holding me back from fully embracing my future. I was holding on to my ‘history’ as an integral part of my present-time identity. Through nothing other than grace, I started realising that for me, this can no longer work. Certainly not in light of the aspirations of the future that I have for myself. 
Thus, I am mentally excising my (what I regard as painful) history from my present and my future. In a nutshell – whatever events has happened to me previously from as early as childhood, and whatever I have thought, said or even did in the past is not part of my identity any longer. I am crafting a new me. The ‘new me’ is based on all the lessons I have picked up along the way in the past, but without giving that past any credit (memory) or importance in my life, and who I am today. All the negatives that happened in my life before this particular moment shall have no share of my current identity.
See I forgave people who I felt wronged me – some deliberate and some of it sincerely unintentional. But that was not enough though. I know some people did not mean to hurt me – what happened was more about them than about me. And in 2017, I also discovered I had deep seated self-esteem issues related to my relationship with my mother. This sort of shaped my personality and is partly the reason I have been so rebellious my whole life. It’s partly the reason why I have sought approval in places and from people (including previous partners) that I did not need to do. #WorkInProgress.
After I identified this, I worked through other issues – seemingly failed moments in my life. Then I did the next important thing, – I forgave myself and I started truly loving myself and working toward filling my own needs. This feels really really good. Owning my own sense of worth.
2017 has been a struggle. But I guess a good struggle?…, I had to deal with painful situations, some related to my studies – but most of it related to myself. About 50% related to relationship stuff and 50% related to discovering myself. True story – the 50% related to relationship stuff would never have come about or transpired the way they did if I had investing more time in me in the first place. Dumb ass girl – But no regrets. I think we only ready to do what we do when ready.
During the above-mentioned time, I picked up skills such as identifying emotions and using my feelings to guide my thoughts, listening to my inner voice and gaining strength from that. On Monday, by doing this, it dawned on me, that all the forgiveness (of others and of myself), the letting go of the pain and the exercise of loving myself and others regardless, is completely useless if I don’t surrender the association between that that happened (and the ‘healed me’) from my current ‘identity’. Whatever is done is done – thinking about, remembering it, or using it to direct decisions in my future is rubbish. Tired of it so I’m tossing my history. All of it. Serves me no longer.
Happiness Everyone. Seven more weeks before the end of the year, and I feel like rocking it. Let’s have ourselves a kick ass glorious summer!
21 Saturday Oct 2017
Posted in General, My Adventures, Quality Stuff

Quality Rocks! Super stoked about a new idea I have. Been toying around with doing a vlog post (video blog) as opposed to a text post (web log or ordinary blog post) for a little while. The tricky thing was to identify something interesting but also relevant to my blog. So in a ***cough cough*** business meeting / teambuilding dinner I had with my Bespoke Business Services partners last night, they gracefully conceded to do the vlog with me.
For those who don’t know, I am a business partner in a quality consultancy called Bespoke Business Services. We started the venture 4 years ago, with the idea of consulting with organisations in terms of their quality management system – whether it be implementing a new quality management system (QMS) or improving on the existing QMS or presenting training in quality management. There is always room for improvement.
A quick background is my business partners and I met when we were classmates studying toward a degree in quality. During the years we were students, we became really good friends. Our ‘classmates clique’ is actually comprised of six of us. After graduation, of the six of us class friends, Hein, Shaun and I decided to start a company. I am really proud to have these two amazing business partners. Between the two of them, there is an absolute wealth of quality management experience. Shaun is a walking encyclopaedia of everything related to quality management, and in addition to Hein’s in-depth knowledge of auditing and quality management systems, he is by far the greatest trouble shooter in the world. They are the unchallenged Kings of Creative, Sustainable and Streamlined Quality Solutions. If you spend time around them, you clearly see and understand that effortless quality management is not really that difficult. In most cases, it just requires a change of perspective more than anything else.
Some people ask “Who needs quality anyway?” or state “Not required in my world!” or “It’s just extra and unnecessary work“. Interestingly, I believe at Bespoke, we do not even feel the need to counter such opinions whatsoever. Everyone who has those ideas of quality will either eventually come around when they get tired of making repeated mistakes that affect the bottom line of their organisation, so in other cases ignorance is bliss, – they’ll continue believing the above, and never see proper ROI for their effort.
For others who are able to recognise the value of quality in an organisation though, if you get to spend time with Hein and Shaun, a new insight opens. As serious or even boring as quality management might at first appear to be at first, it’s magical watching them work. Like sparks igniting a fire. A passion for quality that is contagious. And the best… you will end up seeing that doing things right first time round, designing your system properly first time pays off. Not only good for your wallet, but good for your reputation and renders a good sense of winning…. Who doesn’t like to be the winner? and winning is fun!
Yeah quality is flipping super awesome rocking cool. Yeah… Watch this space. I’m very excited that guys agreed to do the Quality vlog which will be coming soon, ….and knowing Hein and Shaunie, who knows what other adventures they might sneak into the vlog too!
15 Sunday Oct 2017
Posted in General, My Adventures, Touchy-Feely Crap

Uncomfortable spaces force us to evaluate our lives. Tough as it seems while you in it, the process of self evaluation presents a tremendous opportunity for growth and change. This is what I’ve been doing the past few months. The conclusion: Perfectly imperfect – this is me, I’m laying it bare.
I don’t feel like writing a long boring blog post. No one cares much anyway, my ramblings are more for me than anyone else. So I’ll try to summarize the thoughts (brain farts) that I believe are most salient.
I am conceited. A guy I recently dated made this comment about me. I was seriously tempted to dismiss it because I know that isn’t true from my perspective. Yet, I still wondered if there is any merit in what he said. People close to me have described me as humble, so how can I be conceited and humble at the same time? Afterwards, I realised he really actually meant egotistical, not conceited – his choice of word was just wrong or perchance his vocabulary is limited (#SeeThereTheEgo #HeWasRight). I exude confidence in certain settings – so maybe he confused my stubborn passionate confidence with that? Thinking about my confidence, it dawned upon me that it can come across as egotistical if someone does not know me well. And true story, knowing me well isn’t something 99% of the human population cares for…
If you know my history, my ‘I’m Wonder Woman’ attitude makes sense, but the truth is, my life experiences is really no one else’s problem or business but mine. On that premise, I have no right thinking I’m better that everyone else because of what I have endured or gone through. I probably could try to defend or justify my attitude, but you know what – enough already now. It’s something I’d rather change, certainly not for the sake of what my guy friend thought, but rather because this is my journey. And when I reach my destination at the end of my journey, I want to be the best possible version of myself. Because I can. Because I want to.
In a strange way I’m really actually grateful to that guy I dated (who is now my friend). Our interaction forced me into a corner where I had to reflect. Everything happens for a reason.
In recent months I have felt pain and discomfort, trying to understand myself, what I have done, what I thought I should be doing and what I want. The pain was good because it indicated the areas of my life where change was required. I have learnt to embrace pain and the emotions that come with it. The pain is valuable and the emotions are transient if you work with it – not against it. If you allow yourself to feel and accept it, acknowledge the reason for it being there and then act accordingly to address the source of the pain. My latest realization is, after this is done, any pain I hold onto is not worth any more time in my one single precious life. Each person’s one life and their journey is so valuable. So incredibly valuable. I took the decision that pain will steal no more of my life than necessary.
Once you followed the pain and discomfort to the end of its usefulness, it actually feels ok to let it go. Letting go is not easy though. And what I found, which sounds counterintuitive but works to get rid of the last remnants of pain is, instead of focusing on letting go, you focus on letting in. Then, what you let in forces what you want out, out. I’ve focused on letting love and the things that make me happy into my life. It may be different for other people, but for me that works. Pain, guilt, shame, embarrassment Out. Love and happiness, even joy In. Love lives here.
Finally I’m listening to the little voice in my head that says Bronwyn you are the only one accountable for your life. And responsible for your life. The world owes me nothing…. and it is in fact I who owe myself certain things. I owe myself love, respect, care and forgiveness. I owe myself the effort it takes to get up, to show up, to go on and experience life to it’s fullest. Only I owe myself happiness.
So now I am unapologetically me. Be what I want, what I’m good at and what I think makes a difference and serves a purpose to the people around me. The beautiful lively contradiction, the chaotic mess of organized disarray that is Bronwyn.
13 Friday Oct 2017
Posted in Family and Friends, General, My Adventures
10 December 2017…
Majozi at Kirstenbosch Gardens Sunset Concert? Yeah Let’s….
🎉🎼… Hey now…. who cares what they say now, keep dreaming;
When you stuck in the middle and your life is just a riddle, well darlin’ just keep breathing;
oh oooh oh ooh oh oh, oh oooh oh ooh oh oh 🎶🎵🎶 🇿🇦
Can’t wait – It’s so Gonna Rock!!!
29 Tuesday Aug 2017
Posted in Family and Friends, General, My Adventures, Purely Academic
So that’s what I’ve gotta do…
You must forgive me, because this blog post is very similar to one I posted less than three months ago, when I told the story of the time I got 21% for my first test in Quality Management Systems. But I guess it’s just because I’m still going through a rocky patch in my life when I need to keep reminding myself to get up and go on.
See data gathering for my PhD is turning out to be a nightmare of note. Masters was tough… my friends all know 2011 was the worst year of my life. The year I got divorced doesn’t even compare to the year when I wrote Masters. And this time it feels tougher – in a different way. For my Masters degree, I had the data, I just did not have a methodology. My current situation is that I contacted each one of my target population personally (numerous times) and of the 30 pharmaceutical organisations, I’ve only gotten data back from 4 thus far! A sinking feeling if there ever was any. I just don’t have the data to even consider any methodology. But I have no choice but to just persist, and do whatever it takes to stay positive.
Thing is, I know why I want this PhD. It’s for very personal reasons. Over the weekend I thought about it again. I know that I will add more value to the people, …my students, my colleagues, my business partners and even my family and friends once I have this degree. I’m going to make a difference, and this degree is going to put me in a better position to do that. So quitting is just not an option.
And so I sat outside in the courtyard at campus yesterday and had a smoke (SHOCK horror Holly har Bronwyn!!!! – I hear Shaun swearing at me) Yes I know I quit for three years and I will quit again Shaunie, I promise. It’s a crap habit. You know that I know. It’s just tough right now. Besides work being a monster, my personal life has been on a rollercoaster this year too. A failed relationship earlier in the year and recently another romantic encounter spun me like a top… but thankfully the uncertainty around that is over now. My friends who know me well are saying “Yeah that sounds right“. No such thing as mundane when it comes to this chic.
Anyway getting back to the point. I was observing the students around me, all a bit nervous because they are all writing midterms exams now. And it reminded me again of a pivotal time in my own life, which started the 16th September 2010 when we wrote Stats 4 midterm exam. See, when we started studying Stats for the first time, it was scary but most of us got through Stats 3. Then enter Stats 4 and you’re filled with false confidence. Not entirely false confidence, I actually studied. In particular CUSUM and EWMA (Side note: Now that I lecture Stats 4 I sometimes make a joke with my students and tell them if I ever get two female puppies again I’ll have to call them CUSUM and EWMA…because that’s what it’s like).
Long story short(er)….We hashed that Stats 4 exam. It was a bloodbath. Blood, guts and snot actually. In the history of all the exams I have ever written, I never ever felt like that in my life. What a royal mess. I took two days sick leave because I was literally nauseous after that paper.
But life goes on. When we got our results only 12 of the 183 in our class passed. I barely scrapped through with 50%. It felt awful. But after licking my wounds during the midterm break my survivor mode kicked in. I needed a Master’s degree to get a lecturing job, so failure was just not an option.
I decided to find out who got the highest marks in class, and I decided that I would befriend that person. My quality friends thought it was hilarious strategy but I just calmly invited them to “Watch this space”. So when “top marks student” arrived in class the next Wednesday night I sat down next to him and I told him he was going to be my friend. He was probably in shock because I can’t remember him even questioning when I gave him my number and he gave me his. His friends were also gobsmacked but hey the strategy worked out well! Between his group of friends and my group of friends we killed the next few Stats 4 assignments by swopping notes and helping each other. And on the 23rd November when we wrote final exams, I blazed through that paper. I don’t think I stopped to even breath. And I passed Stats 4. Not with a distinction – I got 70%. But at the end of the it all when I graduated I was awarded a B Tech Quality with Cum Laude honours, and the Dean’s Merit Award for being the person in that year to obtain the highest marks for that degree.
So I don’t know how yet…. but I know I have to bring this PhD degree home. And I will.
12 Wednesday Jul 2017
Posted in Family and Friends, General, My Adventures
Yeah….. so I should be writing about my pilot study now. But I’m getting so bored of it.
I’m fully aware – I know that I am so far from the goal I cannot afford to get bored yet. But gosh, it’s tough to stay focused. Every few minutes I get up to make coffee, use the bathroom, check my phone or even pluck my eyebrows. Then I sit back down and write some more. My distraction now is writing this blog entry. I’m just going to indulge myself – yeah why not.
So besides the PhD that’s really tough going at the moment, life is pretty rosy. My biggest problem with PhD currently is I’m looking for data. My staple diet is humble pie. People in industry are just so busy. For three months now I’ve been calling and emailing people. I will have to dedicate an entire blog entry explaining what that experience has been like. Really and truly been a humbling one for me. And it’s frightening actually when I think about how little I’ll be able to do with that data. Since I am a stats lecturer, I’m aware of fancy statistical techniques that one can do – but with that meagre data?…I shudder when I think about it. Anyway. This is happy news blog – Moving along.
Ok….so maybe the next news isn’t entirely happy either, since the next news I have is I think I might die on Saturday morning. I’m doing a 25km trail run in Franschoek with my boetie Jase and sis-in-law Monique. If 25km isn’t bad enough (the most I have ever done on the road is 25km), it’s a trail run. In addition to that – look at this weather forecast:

Like BBBBBBbbbbbrrrrr 2 degrees celcius and raining on Saturday! I guess it could be worse. The forecast for Sunday is a mere -1. So I’m glad it’s Saturday we running not Sunday!
I’m scared and I’m excited about the run. But yes, I might die. If I do, don’t ever forget that I love you all very very much.
If I survive the run though, it’s gonna be so worth it. Because the next week on Saturday I’ll be attending a wedding in Sweden baby 🙂 Whoop woop! That’s of course if I get my visa tomorrow. There, now that’s my happy news.
I’m going with a good friend, who for years, every year without fail has asked me to join him on an international adventure. First Borneo, then Switzerland, Spain then Vietnam last year. Each time I have had to say no, as I never had the money to travel or the time. But finally this year I thought bugger this, and I agreed to be his plus one to the wedding of his friends.
It’s kinda crazy. At least I’m meeting one of the “couple” getting married tomorrow evening as we’ve been invited for dinner with the groom to be. The whole situation is weird and exciting and a little bit crazy. I’m loving it. After the wedding, my friend and I have plans to meet up with some other friends and then go camping and canoeing in the northern part of Sweden for another ten days. SO super stoked. Another whoop woop! Yeah Bounce and bounce…
Ok so, back to writing about my pilot study. Catch you later alligator 🐊
04 Sunday Dec 2016
Posted in Funny, My Adventures, Opinion Post
…So I have the coolest friends in the world – true story. I always knew this, but a recent antic I got up to solidly confirmed this for me.
See, very late one night I accidentally sent a picture of my knickers to a whatsapp chat group that I am part of. The trouble stemmed from a recent update of whatsapp. With the update, when sending a picture from an iPhone, you select the picture, then you select the recipients. The name of the person who I wanted to send the picture to was on top of the list and group chat name was immediately under the name of the intended recipient, because I had communicated with the group shortly before chatting to this person. I selected the intended name, but my finger trailed and I accidentally selected the group chat as well. It was a mistake. Anyone who saw the picture would immediately recognise that if it was not intended for them. I suspect at first it must have seemed like a random picture without knowing the context.
The really interesting thing is though, I am positively sure if a 4 year old saw the picture, the child would think nothing of it. Yet the older you are, a natural phenomenon is that one’s imagination becomes more vivid due to one’s experience. An older person would start trying to contextualise that picture.
So this picture in question was of a black pair of lacy knickers (looked like the shape of a figure of eight), lying on a tiled floor. In the bottom right corner of the picture you can see three toes and a quarter of someone’s foot – but it’s clearly not my foot due to the colour of the skin. In the bottom centre, a finger shaped object that looks like the arm of a
chair. And that was all that was in the picture.
Not pornographic. Very suggestive…possibly, if you let your imagination go. If you are inclined to let your imagination go, like my dear friends are, you might describe it as erotic#7, as they did. I do see how “mistake picture” could make many people uncomfortable. Not everyone has as much confidence as I have. Heck, two years ago I posted a pic on Facebook wishing all my South African friends Happy Heritage Day. By my standards the picture on the right here, which is on Facebook, is more risqué than the “mistake picture” on whatsapp – but again I guess it depends on each person’s comfort level.
Be that as it may, immediately after I sent the picture, and realized what happened, I regretted it. The horror struck me in the moments that immediately followed. I was emotional and terribly upset. I could not retract the picture. It was meant to be sent to one person only, but all the people in the group chat got it as well. But what was done was done.
The next morning shock was still setting in. No one on group chat had responded to the picture in the whatsapp group except one person from the group messaged me personally. Her exact words was “Bronwyn! WTH, the picture on **** chat?”. I responded by saying “Sorry it was a mistake”. She did not reply. I felt really bad, but shortly after that my friends rallied around me.
Now my friends…they are incredibly honest. First they said “Oh Dear! What have you done?” Then two and a half seconds later they started laughing and chirping me about it. The following day, when I saw them the first thing they asked me was “So do you at least have your knickers on today?” They have a knack of making light of the gloomiest situations. One friend admitted her own thoughts. She said she thought “I’ve gotta be there for Bronz….. Let’s think…. What would Margaret do?” This comment had us in fits and tears of laughter. To get that joke, one needs to know the story of Margaret and Chris van Wyk who were in a very similar situation. They’re a married couple and Margaret thought she sent Chris an intimate picture of herself, but she actually sent it to a whatsapp group of school moms.
As we joked about it, I felt better and better. They teased me and asked 1001 inappropriate and ridiculous questions about the picture. They offered me first prize for being the village idiot and then told me their lives would be so terribly boring without my stunts. 48 hours from the moment picture was mistakenly sent, because we joked about it, my confidence started returning in a big way and stronger than before. I made the decision to “own my picture”. The advice one of them gave me was “Bronz strut it off”, and that’s what I’m doing
The reason why I think the way that I felt 48 hours after the event is significant, is because 24 hours after it I was probably at my lowest. For about 15 hours after I posted the picture, no one in the group chat said anything on the group. Then one person finally broke the ice with “Bronwyn!?” to which I replied “Oh dear, my bad. Sorry guys. Wasn’t meant for you”. That person replied with a thumbs up and I thought that was wonderful. It was a relief – case closed. However it was not case closed.
A mere 3 hours later, head person in the group chat left the group chat. Shortly after that the group chat administrator told everyone in the group that she would be removing everyone from the group and delete the group to remove unwanted media. Clearly this was a response to my picture. I feel that not only was it an overreaction which drew more attention to the picture, it also did not remove unwanted media. The only way to remove a picture from that was sent, mistakenly or otherwise, to someone’s mobile device is for that person to delete it from their device.
I guess they didn’t know that. I’m sure they know now, because whomever wanted the picture deleted from their mobiles would have had to do it manually. I am part of their new whatsapp group chat, but the entire chat of the old group is still on my mobile.
So this leads me to the interesting question that I have been pondering about since my own Margaret incident. My question is what liability do I have and what liability does anyone who accidentally received my picture have?
So I did a bit of quick reading. Please know I’m not a legal expert but reading a little more on Margaret’s case I found that News24 (2016:online) reported to have spoken to an associate attorney at Willem de Klerk Attorneys, Mr Hugo Homann about it. Mr. Homann said the people who shared the picture have some measure of liability. A second law expert they spoke to, Mr Ryan Ishmail from RC Ishmail Attorneys confirmed this saying if a person intentionally sends a photograph like Margaret unintentionally did, he or she could be charged with “flashing” under section 9 of the 2007 Criminal Law Amendment. I somehow don’t think a picture of my knickers constitutes flashing.
Mr Ishmail did however also state that the whatsapp group members could be charged with crimen injuria, which is unlawfully, intentionally and seriously impairing the dignity of another if they were to repost Margaret’s picture.
The Citizen (2016:online) confirms News24 (2016:online)’s report and stated that media experts they’ve consulted have said that the anyone who publicised her private photo would “definitely infringed her dignity … and her privacy”. Such individuals could face liability under the law. They added that would include anyone on social media who subsequently reposted it. They explained that the law makes it clear that if one republishes any statement or image that is slanderous, libellous or otherwise unconstitutional, one can still be held accountable for that, even though the publication of the content is second-hand.
Finally The Citizen (2016:online) reported that an expert they consulted from Shepstone & Wylie, Verlie Oozthuizen advised that in Margaret’s shoes, he would approach the police and lay a charge of crimen injuria “against the person who made the initial posting”. However, it would not necessarily stop there alone, as the thousands of people who subsequently reshared it could also face charges, though “down the chain [liability] becomes less and less strong”.
Very interesting indeed.
We staying in a changing society where the rules are grey and the lines are still blurred. We use our personal phones for work and other reasons. At many organisations, societies, schools and clubs people are expected to be part of communication groups – the predominant brand being whatsapp. Using a private devices for professional reasons exposes us to the real risk of unintentionally sending a message like I did.
It is not unusual to send someone a message by mistake. In most cases it’s unimportant and insignificant. But what happens if it is something more serious?
How clued up are we when it comes to dealing with such incidents? These will no doubt become more prevalent. I know that I know very little. Judging from their response to my mistake picture, the people who are in the chat group I’m part of know even less. And you?…….
References:
News24. 2016. Margharet van Wyk’s privacy was invaded – law expert (online) Available from: http://www.news24.com/SouthAfrica/News/margharet-van-wyks-privacy-was-invaded-law-expert-20160826 (Accessed 1 December 2016)
The Citizen. 2016. Margaret van Wyk goes out in public for first time (online) Available from: http://citizen.co.za/news/news-national/1267214/whatsapp-vagina-mom-goes-out-in-public-for-first-time/ (Accessed 1 December 2016).
27 Sunday Mar 2016
Posted in Family and Friends, My Adventures
So I survived clothing shopping with my 11yr old daughter last Thursday #SelfHi5!
Besides the mandatory winters jeans and tops,the real purpose of the clothing shopping was to get her spectator outfit, Very Important see. A very particular spectator outfit, …a Candy Floss Pink hooded tracksuit to go with her pink and blue trainers that she planned on wearing the Saturday morning, when I did my 6th Old Mutual Two Oceans Half Marathon (OMTOhM).

Previous runs with my Boeties
My faithful affair with OMTOM started when I went to UCT to support my brother Jason when he did his first OMTOhM in 2009. That auspicious morning was the one when I decided, “I’m gonna do this too!” The vibe at the finish line was just so amazing. A contagious excitement and electricity prevailed in the atmosphere around the sports grounds. I saw people of all shapes and sizes and ages crossing the line. A person dressed as Superman, and MinaMoo and a chap in pink tutu, which led me to think “if they can do it, I can do it too”. So, in January 2010, I started training. In July 2010 I did my first half marathon with Jason (PPC Half in Riebeeck Wes) and the plan was to do my first Oceans in 2011.
Our youngest brother Andre heard of the plan, and he said that he was keen too. So the end of 2010, all three of us entered. And, on the 23rd April 2011 we all ran. We didn’t run as a trio – because they are faster than what I am, we decided not to. However we all started and crossed the same finish line. From then, running became a family thing. Doing runs became bonding events not only for the siblings, but for the whole family. The parentals became the trio’s greatest supporters. In fact, at races they sometimes appear to be more excited than we are! Dad always takes his fancy camera to get snaps and vids of us as we run by them, and Mom is the scout who alerts him when we are approaching.
Besides supporting us at the bigger local runs like Oceans and Gun Run around Cape Town, the whole family has headed up the West Coast once and Knysna twice already. My minions, our parents and partners, other family members and sometimes our friends have hired a house for the weekend in the area where the running event takes place. Always great fun and something to look forward. Our next one is Knysna Forest Half Marathon happening in July during the Oyster Festival.
What made this year’s OMTOhM different to the ones we have done in the past, is that this year when we ran, we ran as one. And this year the official OMTOM theme was #RunAsOne. This year, when Micaiah stood there in her pretty Candy Floss Pink tracksuit waiting for us to pass, she got to see all of us. She saw Uncle Jason and his lovely girlfriend Aunty Monique, Uncle Andre and myself. A special one.
In 2014 I did 12 half marathons in less than one year. That was something I was rather proud of. In 2011 in my first Oceans I crossed the finish line in a PB time of 1h52 mins, also something I’m proud of … but this one was my best one ever. Nothing will top it.

Another one bites the dust
So why the Candy Floss Pink tracksuit? I really don’t know. But my poppet looked perfectly lovely, like every mom’s little princess should look. And I have a suspicion that she might just have started a trend. And next year, when we see all the other little spectator girls wearing pretty pink tracksuits, we will know who to thank!
20 Saturday Feb 2016
Posted in Family and Friends, My Adventures, Purely Academic
Ello my peeps, it’s been another long stint since I’ve posted but again been preoccupied with life, been building my castle.
Started the year running. I spent New Year’s day and the days following working flat out. All good, all good. There was a reason. The reason was I presented my proposal at DUT on the 6th February (earlier this month). Before that I attended African Doctoral Academy from 11 to 22 January as well. I have a much better handle on qualitative data analysis and ATLAS.ti now. What an amazing tool uh. I’ll have to do a special blog post on just ATLAS.ti one day.
As the time got closer to the presentation, I started progressively tensing up. My neck eventually went into spasm…I am such an idiot. I do it to myself. But I kept chipping away at it. I even got as far as having a pre-pilot interview (aka a lunchtime chat) with Dr Abofele Khoele. Heaven knows I am so indebted to him. I don’t have words to entirely express how grateful I am for his valuable insight and input. He helped me chart the direction and built my confidence before the presentation. I hope that one day I will be able to pay it forward.
So then came the actual presentation and I nailed it. Kachow…kachow kachow..ching ching CHAhing! That morning the earth moved. Literally. There was a tremor in Durban measuring 3.2 on richter scale that morning – true story. And I didn’t even need to defend because no one challenged my work.
So then when I got back home, I designed the pilot questionnaire (here I’m grateful to Robin for always being so supportive and listening and being the logical voice even though it has nothing to do with his work), completed my ethical clearance forms, informed consent form and final tweaks to the proposal and off I sent it for HDC (Higher Degrees Committee) review. In other words, sent it off to be “marked”. If all goes well, my supervisor expects I will get approval in March but she told me to start writing my chapters in the meantime. Starting with Chap 1….tomorrow.
As I typed this, it strikes me more and more that doing a PhD is something one cannot accomplish on your own. The final thesis may have my name on it, but there will be many “nameless” contributors. I wonder……I wonder if I shouldn’t write a list of contributors, just for interest sake. Have it on record somewhere, maybe publish the list on my blog after I submit the final thesis. Just the name and what the person helped me with. I might just do this. It would be interesting to see how many people actually are part of the PhD development process.
And then I took my minions to Sun City for some QT time…fun in the sun