Does anybody go on tea dates?
Is it actually 'a thing' - or is it just something I did with my friends for so long that I came to assume that everyone else did , too?
Once upon a time, a couple of friends and I would have regular tea dates at each other's houses. We'd plan on an afternoon when we were all free, buy at least three packets of milk, treats, make thermos flasks full of tea, and occasionally even make the treats ourselves. And then we'd sit down together...and we'd just talk. We'd talk for hours about life and its challenges, and then we'd pray for each other before parting ways.
Turning 30 felt like reaching an incredible milestone. 21 felt good, 25 was exciting, but 30 felt different, somehow...and bigger!
I struggled and was unsure of myself throughout my 20s, but I feel like everything started falling into place as I was approaching 30, and it just keeps getting better and better each day. 😊
Another advantage of arriving on the third floor is realising how much I've learnt over the last three decades. Not only have I learnt what to let go of and what to hold on to, but I've also learnt what not to care about so much and what to value more, what to spend less time thinking about and what to spend more time working on, among other things.
In an effort to share the knowledge we've acquired so far with you, my sister and I expanded on these and many other life lessons in a long conversation.
You can catch Part (I) of it in the video below. 😉
I remember the day I decided to start this blog like it was yesterday. 😊
Before that, I'd been running another blog with two of my friends for a while. However, after some time we realized that we were each interested in a different field of writing, and decided to go our separate ways - so to speak - and each focus on our individual fields.
It took a while after that for the 'Debz Meets World' concept to form in my head and become what it is today; in fact, it was only about a month before I launched my website that I decided on a name for it...
Being the organized person that I am, I had already planned out my entire summer holiday even before it began.
I was going to read as many books as I possibly could, visit a couple of places that I felt would challenge me creatively, and make it the most productive holiday I'd ever had.
But right from the beginning, I could tell that things weren't going to go as planned...
I used to make a list of things that made me happy. 😊
Big things. Small things. Answered prayers. Surprises. A new pair of shoes. An unexpected text message - basically anything. And whenever I added something new to the list I'd read back on all the previous entries and smile. They had a way of expanding my heart and making me feel like the luckiest girl in the world. 👸
But somewhere along the way, I stopped updating my list because I convinced myself that it was silly and unnecessary to have one in the first place. Plus I figured that if something was that important, I'd remember it whether I wrote it down or not, right...?
It turns out I was wrong.