Please read this article, ‘On Tennis and black excellence’ by Claudia Rankine. It’s real awesomeness.

‘‘I play for me,’’ Serena told me, ‘‘but I also play and represent something much greater than me. I embrace that. I love that. I want that. So ultimately, when I am out there on the court, I am playing for me.’’

Source: The Meaning of Serena Williams – The New York Times

The space to write

I was asked, where do I like to write.

I like to write wherever I feel comfortable. This is usually in the evening, when everyone has gone to sleep, when I’m warm and have salvaged some ‘me time’. When the house is silent and ideas have slowly begun whirring in my mind, I like to sit at the table hugging a warm drink and tap, tap my thoughts into sentences on my laptop.

I also like to write when I’m in my bed. First thing in the morning after I’m awake, still wrapped in the duvet, stretched out, and after having stared absent -mindedly at the wall for a few moments I like to flip out of bed, grab a note book and quickly capture my thoughts before they get lost to the dangers of perfectionism and over thinking.

Sometimes, I like to write when I’m on the train, squashed between one tired, irritable person and a smiling newspaper reader. The times when everyone around me is busy but preoccupied with themselves and I’m  lost in my thoughts and trying to impatiently hammer ideas into my smart phone before I am called or have to get off at my stop.

There are dozens of places I would love to write – in a rustic French cafe, on a comfy blanket by the sea, in a vintage chair by a large window, looking out onto a beautiful scenery – but these things don’t come every day – so yeah, as long as I’m comfortable and have some ideas I can write wherever basically…

10 things I love about you…

They say behind every successful man is a great woman. I don’t know about every woman, but I can definitely say that for me the reverse is also true. Behind a lot of my growth and key achievements has stood my husband. He has prayed for me, encouraged me, pulled me up when I’m not at my best and even when he annoys me he somehow always makes me smile. My husband is my rock. I love that after so many years we are still so close and have developed a rhythm. I love that we are a team. I pray that we forever share a love of God, travel, literature, food, movies and old homes with lots of character and modern comforts.

Thank you for believing in me. Thank you for being my king, my best friend– a true captain of inestimable value. Here is to building a beautiful present and future. Here are the 10 things I love about you (amongst many and in no particular order :-)).

  1. I love the way you laugh. It is infectious.
  2. That I can still talk to you for hours about any and everything.
  3. How you love and respect me and constantly invest in our marriage.
  4. That you always kiss my forehead before you sleep.
  5. That you buy me apple crumble and custard whenever you go near my favourite crumble shop and that if you are home before me you always ask what I would like to eat.
  6. Wake me up super early to pray and encourage me to spend more time in the word.
  7. Set regular family goal review sessions to make sure we are both working towards fulfilling our vision.
  8. Send me random articles that stimulate my thinking.
  9. I love that you give me my space but also your time.
  10. That you are so fun and down to earth yet super disciplined.

On Writing…

I write because I enjoy writing.  It helps me explore my thoughts and express my understanding of the world around me.

I write because it helps me remember that I have learnt some things and am still capable of learning. In fact, writing reminds me that I am capable of anything. It helps me document my growth in areas that I would otherwise forget.

I write because I often struggle with writing and believe that is only through working on my craft that I can become better.

I write because I care about words – how they fit together, what they mean, imply and because I love how they carry all of our stories.

I write because my mother worked too hard for me not to try.

I write because I want my future children to be proud of me.

I write so I can be proud of myself.

I write to inspire others to be better.

I write because I can.