No matter how many times I did it, I always ended up panicking. It was usually small smooth objects; plastic beads, the ends of broken crayons, and dare I say it, even peanuts.
I was one of those kids who always learnt the hard way and I hated being told what to do. So the only way to proceed with anything was through actioning it — my way.
Which brings me back to the objects. I’d insert them up my nose to the point of being unable to free them. I was a kid and it was one of those crazy things that I did. I’m not sure what propelled me, but seriously, what was I thinking? Each time the situation ended with blind panic and the fear that the object would travel up my nasal cavity and lodge itself inside my brain!
Another time, I got my arm stuck in our old-fashioned washing machine. Running my fingers along the spinning rollers I didn’t pull away fast enough and my 6-year-old arm slipped right in up to my elbow. It was like feeding dough through a pasta machine. It hurt so much that I couldn’t even scream. My arm was bruised for weeks.
There’s a ton of other stupid things that I did back then and I’m surprised my parents didn’t disown me. I was all about action first, and consequences later. Much later.
I’m not as impetuous as I used to be. Although sometimes I find myself in forward motion, driven by an innate curiosity and a need for immediate answers. I put it down to my Aries traits. But I need to take time to pause — to be patient and slow — to do the opposite of what my fiery nature instinctively wants to do, instead of always racing against time towards an invisible finish line.
Style File: Wearing my favourite Karen Walker jacket with balloon sleeves (bought last year). It’s been perfect for our not-so-warm summer weather in Wellington. The frayed hem jeans (old) have become my favourites recently. Heels from Head Over Heels, ASOS WHITE oversized blouse (I’m so in love with the way it drops from the shoulders), ASOS earrings (old).
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