Allow me to re-Introduce myself...

Hello and welcome to my first blog post EVER!! (Screaming out of excitement and sheer horror on the inside). My name is Codi, for those of you who have not had the pleasure (or unfortunate fate LOL) of meeting me yet in this life. I’m a 30-year-old cheap queen and I’m originally from Port Elizabeth (the windy city as it’s affectionately known). I currently reside in Johannesburg. I made my grand voyage up north to the city of gold (que “Composure” by AKA in the background) in 2010. I had one suitcase, R200, a promotions and events company that wasn’t doing too bad and a whole bunch of wild dreams to conquer the concrete jungle. There I was, this skinny girl with big dreams who had somehow convinced her mother to let her only daughter travel to a city she’d only seen on Generations (before the legacy, get it? Nvm). I’m going to spare you a super long super lame story about how I went from rags to rags to tablecloth then back to rags to now trying to become Cinderella (on a budget).

I arrived in Johannesburg knowing only one soul, my friend from Highschool. I told her about my plans, and we decided to, what the millennials call, “secure the bag” together. It was great at first, we went out, met people (some of which I’m still good friends with today) but eventually we realized we weren’t reading the same script and were auditioning for two different movies. That was hard, not only did I lose a friend, but I lost my confidence in my business and my dreams, but it was such an important lesson to learn (it took me an entire decade to learn but oh well).

Okay, so 10 years, a handful of crappy jobs, a “best thing I never had” moment, a beautiful little girl and a few extra kilos later there I was…30 years old and had achieved zero to a NOTHING of my dreams/goals and aspirations. I had spent an entire decade coming up with and then talking myself out of ideas that would sit and collect dust in the pages of my journals/diaries and a few smartphone notepads (I used to lose a lot of phones I’m not proud). I was AFRAID…afraid of my own ideas, afraid of trying, afraid of failing, afraid of rejection and most of all afraid of doing it all ALONE.

FEAR is both a gift and a curse (in my opinion). A gift because without it we would have no safety measures, no “prevention is better than cure” analogies. A curse because with it we live in the comfort of never knowing what could have been. A life of “what ifs” is so scary now that I’m 30…what if I had tried harder? What if I had believed in that idea? What if I had just jumped? With fear we will never know what was behind that door, what was at the end of that tunnel and what would have happened if I had just closed my eyes and had faith.

So…my cheap Queens & Kings…here I am standing in 2020, finally having my “That’s So Raven” epiphany (ama2000’s will never understand). This is my “woke” season, my “How Stella Got Her Groove Back” moment without the island and the hunk. I’m ready and willing to take that leap and pray for the best and whether I fall or fly at least I jumped. I plan to dream bigger, reach higher and believe like crazy. I do apologize if I just wasted 5 minutes of your life reading this post (but good looking out none the less). Jokes aside, I hope this post inspired you to do something awesome this year…for yourself 😊

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