ch-ch-ch-changes

Hi friends, transgressors, first-time readers & droids! Hello, to you too, if you don’t fall in one of the mentioned categories.

In December 2015, before I went on a blog-free January journey, I talked about some changes that were coming to this blog in terms of content & looks and all that fun stuff. Well, because things cost more money than I have, and because I’ve never managed to fit neatly into the boxes of beauty blogger or lifestyle blogger or book blogger or – you see where this is going? – I just did some of the things, and today I get to share them with you!

First off, we are now okayshalom.comThis is the most exciting part for me. I bought my domain, and I’m super happy about the way it rhymes and that it matches my header title. I got it on a day when the exchange rate was cooperating, so I feel as lucky as the Britney Spears song.

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Next off, I was reminded how #blessed I am to know the amazingly talented people that I do. My lovely friend Jéad sacrificed a crap early morning to make a miracle out of my crazily unphotogenic self & conduct one hell of a shoot in the inner city of Johannesburg. Jéad is phenomenally kind, brilliant, selfless and talented. I am better for knowing her. You can have a look at her portfolio here and contact her for bookings in South Africa at jeadstehr@gmail.com. 10/10 would recommend. Thank you, Jead!

Finally, I did one of my first paid-for pieces of writing! Not on here, but for someone who needed a ghostwriter. I was terribly excited and am positively thrilled to do more. Thanks to everyone who believed in my writing enough to still read the often rubbish I put on this corner of the internet.

I’m finally making use of the scheduling tool, so I have three posts coming your way this week! Prepare yourself for the influx, as well as the possible theme & image changes on the site.

Welcome to okayshalom.com!

love & light
shalom x

 

4 a.m. sunrise

Being up for the sunrise is different to getting up to see the sunrise. See, it’s 5:11 A.M where I live, and I’m yet to find sleep. This is a usual occurrence for me. It’s a pity; the sunrise seems to lose its brilliance when the only thing you have to offer to the awakening earth is your exhausted, eye-bagged self.SAM_2241.JPG

The sunrise is always changing. It starts as it does: a little dark and highlighted by the little lights and houses that mean nothing in the grand scheme of things, but everything to those that dwell in them. The orange gives this crazy kind of hope – dare I say misconception? – that the sun will come up, and the brilliant blue sky will present itself, and the day to come will unfold with the same kind of magic.

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The early bird catches the worm, and somebody zooms past the house front in an attempt to get to the train station before it’s crowded, or to get away from everything else that is crowded. The sky starts to brighten, and more people stir. The joggers come out, and the birds make more noise than they were making ten minutes ago.

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It’s an every day thing, the sunrise. I suppose our tininess is too. Every day, all of us – inconsequential people – wake up in our inconsequential houses to run our inconsequential errands until we die. Inconsequentially.

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I didn’t get to see the sunrise. There was no sunrise today. More than a sunrise, there was an overwhelming period of cloud cover with a dormant sun threatening ever so slightly to peek through. The cloud cover seemed to almost exactly mirror my mental state. 2015 has been a lot of grey.

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I feel quite strange today. Maybe it’s the lack of sleep over the last six months, maybe it’s the lack of medication, the weather, the hyper-awareness – I don’t know what this is. I know that I have three very distinct lines of feeling, though. One: I am terrified of everything and I want it all to stop, I want to stop being afraid, I want to be alone and at the same time, not. Two: I am more powerful than anyone could ever imagine. If you’re not scared of me, you should be. There is nothing that the world could throw at me that my brain hasn’t already. Not even death. Three: Nothing. I feel nothing. I am apathetic under a stained white shirt and jeans that used to make me feel something.

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I am not the teenage girl who gets up at 4 AM to see the sunrise. I am the girl who stands on a rooftop at 4 AM after being awake for longer than she can remember and sifts through the surrounding sounds while wrapped in her friend’s blanket.

It is not ideal. But, there have been, and will continue to be worse things that can and will happen at 4 A.M.

there are worse things than being awake at 4 am. another day will come, and the sunrise will come. eventually.

And all the kids cried out,
“Please stop, you’re scaring me”
I can’t help this awful energy
Goddamn right, you should be scared of me
Who is in control?

Control – HALSEY

Love and light,
shalom

 

Scoot on ~ the instagram of it all

Hi best friend! I hope you’re having a stellar stellar day-day! And for yesterday and the day before and for all the days that you’ve ever had!

So, I have an announcement to make. I joined Instagram! Yes, I’m probably going to have to shoot myself in the foot and then feed myself said foot because that is the extent to which I am pushed due to some things.

Things I’ve noticed on instagram

1) Hashtags are seriously an epidemic. I mean, hashtags are meant to group posts, so do tell me who’s going to be looking for “#burgertimebestburgerofmylife” ? Noooo!
2) The selfie problem. Now this is a new disease called selfiesitis where the affected patient has an urge to take pictures of their face, often in the case of teenage girls, with their lips sucked towards the camera. Unfortunately, there seems to be no cure, and it only seems to be further reaching those who were the strongest protected against such.

3) The “I’m a photographer/model/ajwevbauywheiu.” Firstly, if you can take a photograph on your cellphone camera and edit it with a silly filter and call yourself a photographer, YOU ARE DELUDED. You, dearest, are what we call technologically literate – congratulations! Secondly, Instagram is NOT an agent. Sorry. Hate to break it to you. Someone had to say it.  And finally, you can be/do/say whatever you want. But just know, that stupidity tends to cause annoyance, and that’s something we could all do without.

That being said, and making this officially one of my shortest posts EVER, I’m going to be putting up a widget that links to my instagram so you can see what I’m getting up to. In a total non weird way.

I have instagram. Follow if you want – www.instagram.com/ahascoot

Till then best friends! 😀

All my love,

-Scoot xx

Scoot on ~ the war for sanity on social media

ImageI can deal with a lot of things. I can deal with most, in fact. But today, while convincing myself that Facebook and Youtube videos count as studying, I came across another rant topic. Do prepare yourself, world.

HASHTAGS.

For God’s sake who came up with these things? Yes, I understand the purpose, and the fact that it’s meant to link collective intrests on posts and photos. But if I see another picture like the one you saw at the top of this post with any of the following hashtags: #selfie #nofilters #nomakeup #clothes #collar #peace #hippies #photography #portrait #faces #duckface #duck #nature #lamp #light #inspired #love #happiness #room #me #pretty #beautiful #youarebeautiful #mirror #mirrormirroronthewall #snowwhite #huntsman #movies #kristenstewart #twilight #twihard…

No lies, this is what I have seen.

If these hashtags are meant to link common intrests, then why the hell are we talking about snow white and hippies and twilight all at once? I mean, if a pot smoking hippie wanted to find out what the best display for his weed truck was, and typed in #hippie and got this instead? Man, I’d be disappointed. People don’t need to point out that the photograph is of themselves.  WE SEE YOU, MMKAY? Like really, just because you have a lamp in the room you’re standing in doesn’t make you an inspiration…it’s really just a lamp.

Instagram does not make you a photographer! Please could people stop hashtagging themselves as photographers when all they do is pose in front of a mirror and press the take button? Seriously, this is affecting my sanity!

I mean, it’s hard to remain sane on social networks these days. You have Facebook which now uses these dreaded things, people linking their twitter to their Facebook accounts (Why would you even do that?) and people linking their Instagram to Facebook, using hashtags like #Instaheart #instadaily #instagram #instalove #instaparty #instafood

GOSH DAMMIT I GET IT

Please, don’t be that guy >.<

Anyway, that’s all for now, I’m going back to hit the books…I have finals in 3 weeks. Wish me luck? I love you 😀

All my love, all the time

-Scoot xx