Lately, I’ve been stuck in a lazy loop, procrastinating like it’s my new hobby. I wake up with a long to-do list, but instead of tackling it, all I want to do is hit the snooze button and drift back to sleep. It’s a familiar cycle: I complete a task and feel a rush of excitement, but then I find myself sabotaging my productivity more often than not.
My schedule is usually jam-packed, but I’ve been trying to listen to my body. Unfortunately, that means I’ve accumulated a hefty backlog of work. Have you ever felt like you have all the time in the world, only to realize that time is slipping away? That’s exactly where I am right now, and I genuinely want to make a change.
Time isn’t on my side, and I need to tackle my pending tasks before the year slips away, leaving me with nothing to show for it. So, dear readers, I’m reaching out for your advice! What remedies do you have for overcoming laziness and procrastination? I’m eager to get back into focused mode ASAP because I don’t want to look back and see a year wasted. Let’s conquer this together!
I recently started writing on a WhatsApp Channel, Rural Ruminations with Madhumeni Manyama https://whatsapp.com/channel/0029Vb66bVwJZg4CF9IINy1a. It’s been such a rewarding experience sharing insights about rural life as farmers and Agricultural Business Advisors for the government.
I’ve always wanted to write something agro-related but struggled to find the inspiration. I remember attempting to publish a book with a good friend, but it flopped because I couldn’t contribute tangible input. Now, I feel these rural ruminations might just lead me to a book.
I’m more of a creative writer than an academic, so anything requiring deep research and citations gives me a tough time. But I’ve finally found my happy space! Each story I share on this channel brings me immense satisfaction. It’s also made me realize how much farm life nourishes my soul—this is the kind of life I’ve always dreamt of.
My crazy mind has been pondering this – is pubic hair really supposed to be shaved? I’ve got a higher dose of testosterone, which makes me a bit of an outlier. Testosterone is a dominant hormone in guys, but in girls, it’s not supposed to be too prominent. When it’s out of whack, it can cause some dude-like features, like a beard. I’ve been a hairy chick since puberty, rocking short hair and “falls” (side hairs that drop onto my cheeks) back in high school. As I’ve aged, I’ve developed a bit of a beard on my chin.
My hairiness meant I got pubic hair faster than my friends, and I started shaving earlier. But the more I shave, the faster and stronger the hair grows. On this freezing winter morning, I’m dreading the 5-minute wait for the hair remover to kick in. It’s cold, and I just wanna get outta the bathroom, but my armpits and “sacred space” are looking like a jungle.
Then my overthinking brain kicks in: if pubic hair is meant to grow, was it meant to be shaved? Who even came up with shaving sticks and cream? Sounds like a money-making scheme to me. Maybe we’re just supposed to be natural, let the hair do its thing, and just keep it clean. It’s weird how some ladies love their long hair but freak out about pubic hair – talk about double standards.
Don’t take me too seriously, though; I’m just trying to avoid the cold bathroom and the hassle of shaving.
Yhoo! Today, I clocked in a whopping 24,564 steps! 😂 It’s a bit of a joke among us Agricultural Extension Officers—calling ourselves foot soldiers. I truly love my job, but today made me pause and think: is this really what I signed up for? My feet are practically on fire! 😩
I don’t mind the walk; it’s all part of my fitness goals. But doubling my target steps? That’s a whole new level of concern!
Despite the burning soles, I had a fantastic day connecting with my farmers. Seeing their excitement about this year’s bountiful harvest—kune maguta! And the best part? I scored some amazing goodies: fresh mealies, crisp cucumbers, juicy guavas, and both fresh and dried okra.
Overall, it’s been a beautiful day! But hey, it’s human nature to dwell on the negatives. So let’s flip the script and focus on the abundance. Grateful for such a fruitful day! 🌟🌽🥒
I, like many girls, have a bucket list of qualities I’m looking for in a partner to spend my life with. Over time, I’ve ticked and unticked some of these qualities, still searching for that special someone to grow old with. Although I feel a bit old for a fairytale romance, I haven’t lost hope. I still believe in giving love a chance.
I’m that girl who’s willing to kiss a thousand frogs before finding her prince charming. Each new relationship brings hope that I’ve finally found “the one.” My current relationship is no exception. The person I’m with doesn’t tick any of the boxes on my list, but somehow, he’s captured my heart. We’ve shared beautiful moments together, despite our vastly different backgrounds. He’s a rural boy, and I’m a city girl, but he makes me feel young and vibrant again.
I must admit, I’m crazy in love with him. However, our relationship took a drastic turn when I caught him cheating. He fed me lies, claiming he’d let go of the other relationship because he wanted only me. But the truth is, the other woman is still very much present in his life.
I’m done with him, but I’m finding it hard to let go. My attachment issues are breaking me. I’m angry with myself for ignoring the red flags and falling in love anyway. Why do I keep falling for the same type of guys? I need a change. I hope someday I’ll meet someone who truly loves and cherishes me.
Until then, I’ll keep believing in love and working on myself to recognize my worth and break free from toxic patterns.
Yippee! The joys of motherhood finally embraced me at the age of 42. It was a time I never thought I would experience, especially after miscarrying a decade ago. This child is truly a miracle. Doctors had ruled out the chances of my husband and me conceiving, and there was even a time we consulted a sangoma, who confirmed our fears. Eventually, we decided to wait on the Lord, realizing we had done all we could as human beings.
Last year, around mid-year, I received the most exciting news of my life: I was pregnant. This wonderful revelation came as I was saving for surgery to address the fibroids that had troubled me for much of my life.
The journey wasn’t easy; I battled hypertension, and the fibroids threatened my baby’s growth. But Mireya held on, and on February 2nd, she arrived safely.
Today marks her first full year of life, and I’m beaming with pride! Mireya, meaning “miracle” in Spanish, is a constant reminder of God’s perfect timing. This little soul has brought immense joy to my life, and I’m grateful for every moment.
You will realize the importance of the Econet $0.30 hour data bundle when all you’ve got left is a mere $0.36 in your bank account. It’s January, and for the past two years—this being the third—I’ve been experiencing a super dry spell during this month. Kutoshaya kobiri chaiko 🤦🏾♀️. I’ve been so broke that I can’t even manage to get myself a $1 WhatsApp bundle zvayo. In this era, you just need to stay connected on the internet— manje ndopandakaita kutsva.
This brokeness got me reminiscing about a time last year when I miraculously received $273 worth of airtime. To this day, I’m unaware where this much airtime came from— haa ndange ndakanaka team rangu. Sharing is caring, so I shared some of that airtime with friends, settled some debts through data purchases, and had so much data that I wish I had saved it. But well, matakadya kare haanyaradze mwana. Those are now just good memories.
I suck big time at handling finances, even though I get so much money my way. This year, I told myself I would do things differently, especially kune zvemari uku. I’ve enrolled in a virtual Financial Literacy class with Let’s Talk Personal Finances, led by Tarie and Clare. The group is called Fin Lit Besties. It’s a six-month course worth $165 ($15 registration fee and $25/month). I believe this investment will multiply tens of thousands fold. We’re just a few days into the class, but I’m already gleaning so much. Haa ndikuitirwa zvakanaka.
My journey to financial recovery…
I am so deliberate, intentional, and purposeful about having a good relationship with my money. Ayehwa mari ndotoitsvaga zvekudero, but hey, I spend it willy-nilly. I’m tired of all this hard work with nothing to show for it. Haa, this year, January is the last month I write a blog and fail to publish it on time because handina data zvaro. No mhani, I strongly refuse to be this broke ever, ever again! I’m doing all it takes— nditoitawo hanzi inonzi emergency fund. Imi kutaura kuno ndikawirwa nedambudziko ndinenge ndisina pekubata.
Payday seems so far away vasikana. Back to school has humbled me— apa ndichitori nemazi arrears 😂. I’m grateful that the head at my daughter’s school was understanding and allowed her to start school nepashoma pandakavabatisa. Apa gaya mu newcomer hake 😂😂😂. Haa, I vow to be paying cheroma advance from this moment and forever.
In 2025, haa, I’ll be clearing my debts, saving, and making some long-lasting investments. Handisi kuita zvekutamba, my relationship with money ikufanirwa kuswatanuka by fire, by force. Ndombozvida here zvekutambura, no mhani!!!
I will never be this broke ever, ever again. Watch this space!!!
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