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Open doors.

At the beginning of each year Pastor Nic declares a word over the church, over the church family & for each soul represented. I’m not sure if his line to Jesus is a little clearer than most of ours… because we surely see the fruit of his lips unfolding around us. I’m so grateful to be where I am today; tested and momentarily gave up, but He remains faithful! I honestly don’t know how people who don’t have a relationship with Christ cope with life, people are harsh, hurtful and sometimes just evil; how else do we remain unchanged by the world? It’s no wonder there is so much reference of us being IN the world but not OF the world.

This year took me to possibly the darkest place I’ve ever been. I wrestled with depression and became overwhelmed with guilt for not having joy. An internal battle that far removed me from the voice of my creator, but never able to remove His love from me… ❤️

Finding my way through couldn’t have been more beautiful, no Hollywood scriptwriter or 19th century poet could have brought it to life; my path was determined and there was no other way. In this year of open doors I felt suffocated, in this year of open doors I felt like I had been reaching, stretching and clawing forward, only to find myself further behind. Feeling like this year of open doors was for everyone besides me, until everything changed so fast, I was terrified to believe it was reality. I have a friend (cherished sister) who thanked me for sticking with her this year & I realised that it’s the bad, the ugly, the painful, the “tornadoes” that show us who we really are, & who the people around us are. Maybe they are more beneficial than we’d like to admit? Have you ever looked back & saw a profound lesson after the biggest storms?

Today I’m sitting in my little office, every now & then glaring out of the window, sipping on my GL♥️♥️T , thinking about the old school RnB I’m going to hear at the spot that does the best parmesan chips… grateful for my guy who makes my heart a little softer every time I think of him, my phenomenal besties, and SOOO many other things. I have the peace that surpasses all understanding.

Just when you’re about to give up, at the end of the road, when we think that we’ll never make it; things can still turn around. Never in a gazillion years did I think I’d say this… but…  I’m living proof! Not quite sure if it’s the meds or the amazing dance class I did this morning, (my hips weren’t lying 🤣),  but I think I’ve become that annoying overly grateful person that I usually roll my eyes at; and I’m not hating it…

We’re entering the last month of the year, again! Everyone loosing their patience, overly exhausted, stressed out about Christmas lunch & shopping, yes, we can’t escape it. I just hope in the midst of it all, you can also stop and think about what you’re grateful for. If your season of “stuck” isn’t quite over yet, Pastor Nic told me to tell you – the year isn’t over yet

I hope to see you in the salon soon so that my INCREDIBLE staff can help get you holiday ready. We’re getting crazy busy so please book ASAP! our last day of work for 2024 is the 24th of December, we will be back on the 7th of Jan to welcome you into 2025 with a smile.
From our family to yours, Merry Christmas and a blessed, fruitful & joyful New Year 🎉

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My piece of this existence

Does anyone else scrutinize everything, holding a microscope up to the things that are “just that way“? I feel confused more often than not. People, situations, reactions, economics & statistics; all very confusing. Or perhaps not everyone is tormented by thoughts – well, how does that feel?!

When I was much younger I always felt so out of place, was it the fact that I moved around so much, or have I always been a rather sensitive soul? I’m leaning towards the latter. There were a whole lot of ingredients that created a very angry little person… add 1 cup of unrefined frustration, 2 litres of Whisky Tango Foxtrot, and 5kgs of “what do I do with this feeling” and out of the oven came an overcooked, spicy, unbalanced meal, heavy on the emotional calories.

I believe I’ve become a different person over and over, finally having the ability to soften, become (sometimes too) flexible, learn the fine art of forgiveness, and able to recognise the beauty I’ve worked at cultivating in myself. Unfortunately there are some lessons that are significantly harder than others, some things weighing so much they bend your will and break your spirit, but being soaked in superglue makes putting them down feel like a constant battle. Reflecting on it all, I’m faced with the reality that the harsh, abrasive me that once was, was just a scared young girl that didn’t know how else to feel protected.

I often wonder about people who lack empathy and wonder if I would be more successful in business if I were one of them. Would I make better business decisions? Would I be able to let go of hurtful emotions instead of packing them in this big suitcase to carry around on my head? No wonder my neck is sore 😂. Empathetically challenged people are much like statistics to me, – they obviously have a reason for existing but make no sense to me no matter how much I try to understand. I must admit, having little to no emotions fogging up the place could be kinda nice…

I sat on a pedicure recliner, listening to James Ingram on Saturday morning with the 1st draft of this blog. I’m sure my music selection prompted the trip down the railway of my life… & I found myself concerned about the weight of these words & how I’d manage to get this to relate to the June promos😵‍💫 Today I’m like, here’s the blog, hope you like it!

On days when deep in thought, finding more questions than answers, trying to make it all make sense; I can’t help but be freshly grateful for my job, my phenomenal staff, and the people who love me. Sunday’s message was titled “Comes With It” – Are we prepared to navigate the trial/persecution/hardship that comes with the blessing? We are often so focussed on the challenges and pain that come before and with the blessing that it becomes so hard to understand that it’s necessary; just like the pain with the birth.

June has begun & brought with it a need for fluffy socks, extra blankets and the soup pots. Before you dive in may I ask, what do you want to carry with you this month?

I’m taking a bigger helping of compassion for myself, acceptance of all the pieces of me – giving no apologies for the deep oceans that create the unique layers of who I am.

Above all, I’m going to try my best to carry in me a well of faith, that even when I can’t see clearly, I’ll know if I put my pale down this well, I’ll be sure to retrieve an overflow.

Let’s try to welcome the challenges as the process that one must follow to get to the great. Here’s to a wonderful, beautiful June for us all.

 

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What soothes you?

Hi, I’m Laurien and I’m a procrastinator. 🤦🏽‍♀️I have a growing talent for leaving things to the very last minute, and the May blog has been a prime example.

Putting my head in the sand when I don’t feel like facing a task is fast becoming a hobby, when I should in fact, be getting more task orientated!

May really isn’t a favourite month to write my thoughts to be honest. May = Mothers’ day, &  is a tricky one for me – the past few years have been interesting to navigate. A word for the younger generation, don’t be so keen to declare that you don’t want kids; one day you wake up 35 & fall in love with some lil people & discover you had all the maternal bones all along 🫢

April is our birthday month (the shop & I ) & just as I’m getting settled into the new age, May peeps her motherly head around the corner to remind me of my womb that no-one has called home yet. – RUDE-

I was relaxing, walking, eating, dancing & drinking on a wine farm in Cpt for a few days, & I didn’t feel the urge to rush back from the beach to write this blog – It’s the honesty for me!

The past few days I’ve sat with some thoughts; are we experiencing more of the same in different ways? I took another bash at a dating site recently, I’ve always known my S.O wouldn’t be found there, but I was admittedly without entertainment… until I saw my (not single) cousin’s profile & proceeded to delete it, yet again! As I stared at the familiar pictures, I couldn’t help but wonder… am I existing in a time not meant for me?
Fam! Carrie Bradshaw lifts my spirits- even in the 90s, things were much the same with the exception of fake profiles & way too much social media, what is it about relatability that settles the spirit?

 

When all the frozen yoghurt & SATC reruns fail to hit the spot, my next best is my Good mood in jars, conveniently found in my bathroom cabinet.

The slight sagging of cheeks (& heart) are made well with the floating fingers over my face, the aroma that behaves like I’d imagine the balm of Gilead did. The meticulously crafted texture has a way of softening my mind. Bliss!

Look, it won’t change things around me, but it somehow changes me, slightly shifting my view, my mood; it sings me a lullaby with the promise of of a better tomorrow.