Change Is Real And Growing Up Ain’t For Kids …

A lot has happened in the past few months. The year is almost half way through and I’m proud to say that I’ve checked off two items on my list. Oh forgive me for being rude, apologies for my silence like I said a lot has been happening.

Over the past month, I’ve come to not only realize but appreciate the power of the universe. If you’ve said it often enough it happens. As life would have it, it is not always lipstick and lace; as such variety truly is the spice of life. Last year I came to a cross road of sorts, some may call it a quarter life crisis about where I am (read was) and how I got there.

I won’t lie it sucked being in that moment, but I made it out, and I’m still standing. One of my closest friends has this saying “Growing Up isn’t for Kids” and I fully agree with that point. Kids get to be far more care free than the average adult. Well an over 12 that is willing to acknowledge themselves as an adult that is.

Sometimes I wonder where it all went array, when did things change so much? There is something about getting older and being socialized to deal with the rest of the world that kills of the inner child. Life is anything but boring. What you didn’t learn today, will come back to visit you again sooner rather than later.

Life is anything but boring in my opinion. If you are bored with life, than you are not living it the way you should. This brings me to some interesting events that have recently just happened in my life. I’ve just recently moved house that in itself a change and a half. Getting familiar with a new space, the surroundings and weird as this might seem the noises. You see I’m a sleeper, I can passed anywhere and anytime of the day. I’d like to think that is my supernatural gift from the Gods lol.

I moved then the first few days in my new place were a nightmare to my sleep. I heard and felt everything. It dawned on me that it wasn’t yet home, so everything about it felt unnatural and strange. Meaning no sleep for me, but I got over myself soon enough and went back to being a sleeper. I accepted and embraced the change, in particular the change of my environment.

Then a few days after what seemed like another Wednesday, I was sitting at my desk minding my own business and making lists of the things I need to get done, but wasn’t actually doing. One of my managers comes to my desk with a strange proposition. She’s on the phone with another colleague, and then she asks if I want to go sky diving. As expected my first reaction was and I did say no.

Like who in their lucid mind would willingly jump out of a plane, and pretend to fly like a bird with no wings? Well I did, and I’d like to think that I am a lucid human being and believe me when I say that this was TOTALLY out of character for me.

I remembered a story about my niece. Last year some time my sister and niece went to a braai, there was pool and naturally the kids were in the like it ain’t no thang. My niece had recently started learning to swim, she was quite proud of this one thing they learnt at the school. The teacher calls is a chug-a-train, but basically they go from one end of the pool to another holding onto the edge. Bearing in mind they stick to the shallow end of the pool.

Now back to my niece the pool at the braai, she wanted to chug all the way around. She told my sister and also made it known that she is scared, but she wants to do it anyway. She did it, tears and all but she did it. I thought about that and despite how scared I was, I got dressed in the gear and walked to the helicopter.

The rest is a very long story, but I went up into the sky got an awesome view of Joburg. It truly is beautiful up there; you get this overwhelming sense of calm before you come down to earth. To say it hasn’t changed me would be a lie, but I guess I am going through a change one way or another. Needless to say I’m ready to jump one more time.

Till then stay safe, and keep on being sexy …

Writer: Nhlanhla Msimango