Today, I asked myself: “What was my life 5 years ago? How much has changed and evolved since then? What have we accomplished? What do I have to be thankful for?”
As it turns out, I have a LOT to be thankful for…
Here’s a few examples:
Personal Stuff & Self-Esteem… (then)
5 years ago… well, let’s just say that I don’t even recognise “that” Heather… the Heather from 5 years ago.
At the time, I struggled with life-suckingly horrible low self-esteem. I couldn’t even raise my eyes to look at my reflection in the mirror. I battled with a binge-eating disorder which infected every part of my personal life (and especially the way that I viewed myself).
I didn’t love (or even like) myself… and it showed.
I didn’t take care of my body or my health. I didn’t bother about what I looked like or how I dressed. Whenever I went out, I would slink about self-consciously… hoping that I could slip by the world – completely unnoticed.
And, I almost always wore black.
Here’s a photo:

Surprisingly, I’m wearing a blue top in this photo… not because I liked wearing blue (or any colour, for that matter) – but because the blue top was long and baggy and I tried to “cover” my body with it…
Personal Stuff & Self-Esteem… (now)
It’s about 5 or 6 years since the photos (above) were taken.
And… everything has changed!
For a start, I no longer play the shame-game. In fact, I flatly refuse to shame myself – or my body. I refuse to heap self-loathing and self-criticism on to the person I see in the mirror every morning.
That ship has sailed and disappeared over the distant horizon. Those days are over.
I have re-styled my hair… and dyed it pink. I have purchased a new pair of glasses. I love buying bright, unique and colourful clothing that show the world that there’s a Creative Creature lurking within (and not a dowdy misery).
I no longer binge eat. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I ate food from Mac Donalds, Wimpy or Kentucky Fried Chicken (all of which used to be my favourite haunts).
I haven’t eaten fried chips for years. I don’t haven’t drunk coke, sprite (or their diet counterparts) for many, many months.
That being said, I still enjoy a great cappuccino and a yummy slice of cake – and I REFUSE to guilt-trip myself (for enjoying the cake!).
I am happy. I am healthy. My husband loves my body. I love my body (fat, flaws and all).
I have been for all the health tests, blood tests, heart tests, boob tests – and, in spite of all the abuse heaped upon my poor, long-suffering body in the past… it remains healthy – and these days, I treat it with the love and respect that it deserves (and aim to steadily improve my health – in fact).
I look at myself in the mirror and heap gratitude and affection on to this strong, beautiful body that has carried me so faithfully through life.
I used to hate my body – and criticise it… and punish it for all it’s perceived faults and failures.
Now days, I look in the mirror… give myself a big grin… puff up my pink hair… and I’m happy to greet the world – exactly as I am! 🙂
Here’s the most recent pics of the Current Me:
Work… (then)
5 years ago, I ran a business from home. It was a graphic design studio and below-the-line ad agency called COPS Creative Corporation.
I worked… (how can I say this politely?)… like a rabid dog.
Days… nights… weekends…. holidays… were CONSUMED with work.
Work, work, work… and more work.
Sometimes, the stress became so overwhelming that I felt as though I would keel over and die. And I was miserable. And resentful. And bone tired.
I remember one particular business trip when I was staying in a very beautiful seaside hotel in a very luxurious hotel room. It had a huge, 2-person bath tub with gorgeous views of the sea. But, Nick wasn’t there to share the tub with me. He was overseas on a shoot and our kids were with their grandparents.
I was on that trip, stressed… exhausted… and alone.
I remember sitting in that beautiful tub… and just crying and crying.
And I asked myself: “WHY am I even here? WHY am I doing this? WHY am I putting myself through this? Is this all there is to life? Is this what I wanted – to own this business? And, if it was never my dream, how did I end up here? And… is it possible to escape this lifestyle that I’ve created for myself?”
(as it turned out – it WAS possible to escape the lifestyle that I created myself… and I have since escaped!!!).
Here’s some pics:

This photo was taken during a shoot for one of my corporate clients. You can probably tell how remarkably “enthusiastic” I was about my work… (hehe!)
Work… (now)
Now… I do what I LOVE, and I LOVE what I do.
I do what makes me come alive. I do what I’m passionate about.
I write. I blog. I speak. I write poems. I sing. I draw. I design. I compose.
I’m an artist. I’m a storyteller. I’m a musician.
Some of my creative works earns me an income. Some of it doesn’t.
At this stage, I don’t earn nearly as much money as I used to (when I designed campaigns for large, corporate clients)… BUT… my current situation also doesn’t come with the same bills, the same expenses, the same stress, the same terrible drain on my health and sanity.
And I can’t begin to express how much happier I am now.
My health has improved. I don’t get sick as often as I used to. My stress levels are very low. Life is good.
To sweeten the pie… it delights me to report that Nick is also loving his work these days. Word has spread in the film industry – and he’s finally starting to be recognised as the ridiculously talented filmmaker that he IS. These days, HE can choose his projects… and work according to HIS fee.
He no longer needs to take on every TV project, doccie, campaign or music video (for the sake of money). These days – he can afford to be picky, and only works on the projects he wants to work on.
I can’t begin to tell you how proud I am of him…

It’s a bit of a crappy photo… but this is Nick and I at this year’s SAFTA’s (South African Film & Television Awards).

These days – I LOVE the work I do… and I get to spend many blissful hours working at coffee shops and other random, interesting places. 🙂
Finances… (then)
Jeez! It’s no wonder Nick and I had to work like pig-dogs! We had to make an obscene amount of money every month – just to cover the bills!
We had to pay monthly salaries for 10 people (for a start). That, alone, kept my feet firmly planted on the life-sucking Treadmill-of-Duty. My biggest dread was not being able to afford to pay my staff at the end of the month – so I took on monstrous portions of work in order to ensure that it never happened.
On the months when we struggled with cash-flow issues, our home-loan took the flack.
And… as much money as we made, it would all disappear just as quickly: gobbled up by salaries, bills, expenses, rent, petrol, software upgrades, phones, more expenses, more bills… and… and… and…
I remember feeling a bit resentful about that. I remember wondering: “Why are we working these crazy hours when we’re still counting pennies at the end of the month? What’s the point? Why can’t we seem to get ahead?”.
Finances… (now)
The best thing we could have done for ourselves (and our financial wellbeing) was simply to downgrade. To drastically downgrade.
And so that’s what we did.
It started with the television. That was the first thing to go: the TV and our monthly subscription to DSTV.
This was followed closely by the gym membership.
Then we shut down COPS Creative Corporation (a game-changer… in so many ways)… and we took the kids out of school.
We paid off credit card debt, paid off the car (we share one small car between us)… closed all of our clothing accounts, downgraded our cell phones to a much cheaper plan (we both still use really old phones). We also downgraded our medical aid to a Hospital Plan (with a small savings).
We purged as much debt as we possibly could… and downgraded in every imaginable way.
I can’t being to adequately express how much these decisions have resulted in such a huge WEIGHT being lifted off our shoulders. We no longer feel enslaved to the bank (or to huge corporations). We no longer feel… beholden… to others.
Our largest remaining debt is the outstanding amount on our home loan which is actually quite a small amount – and very manageable.
Our largest expenses (currently) all have to do with the house. Water, electricity, rates & taxes, security, bond repayment, gardener (once a week), housekeeper (twice a week) and telephone.
All of these expenses will fall away (in October) when our new tenants take occupation of our home. Once that has happened, we’ll only have the following bills to pay:
- Medical Aid
- Cell phones (a really small amount these days)
- Internet access for the road
- Monthly living expenses (food, petrol, accommodation, etc).
Nick and I have made a decision: we want to spend our money on making memories with our our kids. We want to spend our cash on EXPERIENCES – not “stuff” (or the accumulation thereof).
Obviously – all of these decisions (and this process of getting rid of debt) has not happened overnight… but when I think about the state of our finances 5 years ago… and when I think about our finances now – I heave an enormous sigh of relief (and I whisper a silent prayer of gratitude).
Children & Child-Care… (then)
5 years ago… Morgan was almost 3 and Joah was a little baby.
At the time, we employed a full-time, live-in nanny & cook (and another lady – a full-time housekeeper).
In the mornings, our nanny arrived early… woke the kids… fed them breakfast… got them dressed… and packed Morgan’s bags for daycare.
I would drive Morgan to daycare at around 7am – and would fetch her again at 4:30pm. The nanny would care for baby Joah during the day (while I dedicated my life to work).
In the afternoon, I’d fetch Morgan from daycare and our nanny would knock off work. We’d all eat the supper (that she had cooked). Nick and I would bath the kids, play with them a bit… and put them to bed.
Then we’d collapse in front of the TV.
If I had deadlines, I’d watch some TV and go back to work (until late). If there were no deadlines, I just settled myself in front of the TV until I was tired (or bored) enough to go to bed.
During the early years – I didn’t spend much time with my children. The nanny and the other kids at daycare saw more of my kids than I did.
I told myself that this was normal. This is what working parents just had to do. There were no other options. And I told myself that it was for-the-best anyway… because surely, if I spent too much time with my kids… they’d eventually start to irritate me…(?) And how would I get anything done?
I told myself that daycare was also for my sanity. I told myself that too much kid-time would make me irritable and resentful… and that daycare, in the long run, made me a “better” parent.
Children & Child-Care… (now)
These days – our kids are educated at home (or on the road)… depending on where we are.
I’m with my kids all the time (except Wednesdays – which are my ME-Days).
All of my worries and doubts about whether it would simply be “too much” for me (to have my kids around all the time)… have fallen away.
I LOVE the company of my kids. They make me smile, they make me laugh… I LOVE the conversations that we have. I LOVE their many questions. I LOVE looking at the world through their eyes.
I count every day (in their company) as a treasure and a pleasure. And (in spite of my fears to the contrary) – I still have a lot of time to get my own work done and to invest in projects and work that fulfil ME (as a person).
All of this has come as somewhat of a pleasant surprise.
- I never expected to home-school or un-school my kids… and yet, here I am!
- I never expected that I would so thoroughly enjoy learning WITH my kids.
- I never expected that I would hunger for knowledge as much as they do.
- I never expected to spend so much time with them.
- And I never expected to ENJOY spending so much time with them.
I assumed I’d be exhausted… irritable… and resentful of their demands.
On the contrary – I couldn’t have been more wrong!
Dreams… (then)
Dreams?
Ha!
5 years ago, the idea of dreams didn’t even EXIST.
We were too busy… too burdened… to think about dreams.
What dreams?
Life was about “surviving”… and “getting by”… and “making do”… and paying the bills on time!
Life was about the house… the car… the businesses… and making sure that the clients were happy. Dreams were just… not… a priority 5 years ago.
Dreams… (now)
Everything has changed.
Life is just too damned short and precious to fritter away on meaningless, nothingless-nothing, purposeless CRAP.
It is too precious. And too short.
And the older I get – the more I realise how precious and short life actually is.
Now days, we don’t just give ourselves permission to dream (big, crazy dreams) – but we make it a priority to follow those dreams!
One of our Big Dreams (birthed a year and a half ago on a short Easter break)… was to purge our stuff, simplify our lives, get out of debt… and travel the world.
I’m proud to say that we are just 3 month’s away from achieving that dream.
Our house will finally be rented out in October… and we’re leaving on a jet-plane in early November (what a perfect birthday prezzie for me!).
We aim to travel… and spend our money on experiences and beautiful memory-making… for half the year. The rest of the year, we will relocate ourselves to wherever Nick is shooting his next film (looks like we might be back in the Cape & Karoo in March next year).
We have deliberately created very flexible lives and careers… so that we can live our lives on OUR terms… instead of just slotting in to the Status Quo… or Marching-to-the-Matrix.
No more “making do!”. These days – we live life on purpose… deliberately.
These days, we CHOOSE (even if those choices sometimes take a while to come into fruition).
No more drifting along… rudderless… allowing life to simply carry us along on currents of its own choosing.
No. The drifting days are over. We’ve climbed off the aimless, rudderless life-raft… and we’ve boarded a small yacht.
There’s nothing flash or fancy about our yacht. It’s small, it’s simple – but it has everything we need. Best of all… it has a rudder… and it has sails… and it has a compass.
Now – the course we decide to chart is up to US. 🙂
Way. To. Go. Awesome!
I see so many people who seem to have far more burden than joy in thier lives. When I happen upon someone living thier own way and happy I just want to cheer them on 🙂
Thanks, Andrea! I think that’s the key… living our “own way” (whatever that way may be). The more deliberately we live our lives… the more things seem to work out for the best. Funny, that… (hehe). Thanks for commenting. 🙂
what an inspiring piece – ah well done to you and Nick! Much to learn from you – thank you for sharing it so generously!
Thanks for reading! 🙂
wonderful to read your story! very inspiring.
Thanks, Margaret. It has been fun writing it too! 🙂
I am thankful to Tracey actually for liking your piece so that I came across it. Heather I am so refreshed by your growth and experience and have learnt much from it. My insides yearn for a more meaningful life and your journey has shown a way! Well done and thanks for sharing!!
Wow, Garth… thanks so much for your kind response. It puts a big smile on my face when people write – and tell me that they’re resonating with our journey. Sometimes, it feels a bit lonely… sometimes, it feels as though we kick so HARD against a system and a way of life that so many others seem to happy to accept. Sometimes I wonder: “Are we just strange?”… then I get feedback like yours – and I stop over-thinking (which is a challenge for me!)… and I say to myself: “Carry on, everything is as it should be. S’all good”. Thanks again! 🙂
Wow, what a transition in such a short time! I am so excited for you.
Thank-you, Amanda! I don’t think I saw the wood for the trees! It’s only when I sat down and took stock of the past 5 years that I thought: “Wowzers! We’ve actually come quite a long way!!”… and that’s always an encouraging thought, huh? Thanks for the comment! 🙂
I am sitting here and trying to think how long I know you and Nick. Never been good with that, time doesn’t matter. You and Nick has always ment the world to me from the first day we met. Looked up to you guys and still do…will always. You are an insperation to me and Marinda. Thank you for being the most amazing friends we will ever have.
Wow, Nico! Thank-you so much for the lovely, encouraging response! I know – we have known you forEVER… (lots and lots of memories – mostly involving guitars… hehe!). But we’re looking forward to catching up next week! 🙂
You look like a completely different person between the black-clothed you of five years ago and the pink-hued you of today — you look so much happier! BRAVO!
Congratulations for breaking free of the shackles of The Daily Grind and all the rest of it. Lots of people are too chicken to walk away, but your kids will grow up thanking you for changing your (and their) lives for the better.
Thank-you, Gail! I am pinker… and MUCH happier, definitely! And that’s certainly my deepest hope: that my kids will benefit enormously from this lifestyle, these experiences and these memories… already we are seeing the fruits; they are happy, confident and unafraid to try new things, go new places, meet new people or to experiment. Thanks for the comment! 🙂
Wow. I just love this story. I love the way you took a long, hard, real look at your life and held onto what was really important to you, what brought love and joy and life-giving-ness, and dropped the rest. Courage, conviction, vision – all my favourite things. And you look flippin’ fabulous in pink.
If you haven’t come across an amazing author called Russell Hoban, go find him. This reminds me of a line from The Lion of Boaz-Jachin and Jachin-Boaz… “Biting the wheel is not enough.”
Lisa… I thought I replied to your comment… and only now – months later – I see that I didn’t. Thanks so much for your lovely words. Even today, they’re meaningful… and I’m gonna google Russell Hoban too! 🙂
What a great post Heather! Love it. And good for you for living the live you want and have dreamed of instead of letting society decide what that life should be. Kuddos. We are about 1 year away from getting of our debt (except for our house). And I am so excited for that day to come!!!
Thanks, Margaret…. and back at you!! It’s all about living deliberately and choosing the life we want… and DON’T want… instead of just passively drifting along and ‘making do’. Thanks for connecting! 🙂
Hello. I love your statement, “That, alone, kept my feet firmly planted on the life-sucking Treadmill-of-Duty.” You have described my life so well. You have inspired me to figure out how to make some changes. Your pictures of the new you are so very cute. You have the cutest smile and happiness is evident in your new eyes.
This quote describes me well also. “Whenever I went out, I would slink about self-consciously… hoping that I could slip by the world – completely unnoticed.
And, I almost always wore black.” I struggle with the same eating problem that you did. Some weeks, I eat wonderfully, but when I fall off the wagon, boy do I fall hard and it takes me months to get back on.
Thank you for freeing yourself and helping us to do the same.
Thanks for connecting, Michele. And thanks for your kind words. I guess – the biggest thing for me… or the understanding (that it’s taken me so many years to grasp)… is that this whole change-thing is a journey. And I needed to enjoy every step… every teeny-tiny step that was taking me towards my goals and dreams… instead of ONLY look forward to *arriving* at the destination. For a start, I don’t think we ever “arrive”… and I think the worst disservice I did to myself was not giving myself permission to live in the *NOW*… I had all these conditions that I needed myself to meet (thinness being one of them)… before I’d be prepared to give myself permission to truly LIVE and be happy. The eating disorder thing is a journey of it’s own. Food remains my Kryptonite. I have never been immune to the lure of food. However – I no longer hold myself to these ridiculously high standards… and I’m kinder to myself (much kinder)… when I fall off the wagon (which I still regularly do). I guess, if I had any kind of encouragement to offer… it would simply be: be KIND to yourself… and enjoy the journey. Savour every baby step that you take towards the life that YOU want. And – thanks again for writing… I appreciate that you shared some of your story with me. H X
Thank you. Food and I have always had a love-hate relationship. I love it and I hate how I allow it to control me. I will work hard to be kind to myself. I will keep in touch with my progress as I read your stories. I am about to read the bathtub blog.
Thanks for this inspirational piece. And congratulations on finding your way, you are shining bright in the “now” pictures, so are your little ones.