Being Marica

Ok I know. First I asked you to # Call Me RBG. Then I told you to #Bring Me Jack Ma!  And now.. I'm asking you to Call me Carrie.  Lots of big asks, from all of you, but whom I so dearly appreciate. HOPE'fully you can appreciate that I'm a big person in a little (but not limited to) frame. And why not call me Carrie? See I have this talent (yeah I know another one and I'm ok to express self-love when saying this). I'm able to apply and immerse my entire being into a subject matter and to take on a project, a business venture,  business partners, Sector's - Simultaneously- assuming all necessary roles with undiluted focus and vision.  While on the ground, I like to seek insights, grow networks and to see things "aerially".  I also have a need that was developed through my upbringing and channeled when I wrote for ProfCopy clients as a side gig. I like to engage my Imagination practically for business and then creatively thr

I like Ostriches. I'm told they have one partner for life.  and to me that's romantic, it spells commitment and it is mature. It's also better the chicken you do know than the foul play you'd rather not. So. Friends have been forcing me to date! This is while they're dually sharing their own dating horror stories. I mean, how is one actually to come ( pun intended) to a sober place of pure, exclusive & hormonal euphoria this way? That aside, I've had my own share of 'Mr. Big'. Ok Mr. Big's. I am 41 years old!  Steady relations with one or two older partners where marriage vows were almost shared and lingering glares ended happily (😁). Happy as it all could have been (or clearly not!) those momentarily beautiful relations lingered away like a piece of silk in a gentle breeze. And it's ok because I fast learnt that the maturity I needed was not synonymous with the word 'Big' (like grow up already Man!). And so matters

The last week was good for me. I had key discussions with leaders from different spheres of business. This time on a very personal and significant business level and for my own alignments, the business and my board. I started MaricaCo 24+ months ago and in a technical recession.  With alot of personal sacrifices and my unbending focus,  I was able to get through and now I find myself in the fortunate position of growing the company ( you'll note that I did not say a comfortable position). The goals I have will never give me an inactive (conventionally comfortable) life but hopefully will bring me a deeper significance that numbers and bright lights can't replace. When I sat down and thought through who I wanted aligned, as it is with long term vision in mind, I knew more the characteristics of leaders I wanted around me. I knew I needed business expertise and to be surrounded by those who can appreciate my energy and my always on work ethic. But I needed them wise, commer

So I watched AD Astra and Brad looks amazing. Healthy, refreshed, sad eyed. My 1:30am thoughts post the movie, a special evening and with my long overdue bedtime. That being that, I couldn't help but feel that Brad was futuristically ( I make my own words), realistically and personally poetic throughout the movie plot. It simply rallied too many of his own publicly known knowns. Was it a message for his own sons, his own ex's...was space the spaces and voids he felt and filled and floated through? I don't know. But what I can say is..I was confused.  Some people walked out the cinema.. not that I'd ever do that. I mean I'm just not the type to walk out on a man easily - and not one like Brad! Without saying much, his "fictional father" adventured beyond social constructs of father son relations deemed to be normal. Brad donned the look of someone a few divorces and relational hardships later...which even makeup couldn't hide. It's n

So last Saturday taught me a very basic but important lesson. You sometimes have to get over how you feel since it may be in the greater interest of your growth! The night before I slept like a colic baby. Up most of the night tossing and turning. I wanted to cry and inside I was since I knew the next day I had committed to a few things. I needed to be rested and good looking. Instead I woke up feeling like both the baby and the parents to a colic baby! I was feeling drained with bags under my tired eyes. So while I hated on my coffee intake the Friday night before and into early parts of the next morning, I immediately showered and knocked back a few good coffees. I was back in the game. Maybe no cape, but feeling like a bit more of myself. My lunch plans came with it's own set of confusions and by then I missed an anticipated fashion conversation. Two commitments were missed. With this I decided to return a friends request to meet and got myself into joining their gr

So I've been following Melinda Gates and am a fan of hers for various reasons. Perhaps it's in her truly understated and seemingly natural way in how she comes across when she engages. It's definitely about her commitment to much needed areas of work and in geographic regions desperately in need of investments. I am again reminded that in a world where you can be anything, and in Melinda's world she really can, she chooses a disposition and commitment I'm  in great admiration of. https://time.com/5690596/melinda-gates-empowering-women/?amp=true&__twitter_impression=true

Friday around 4pm I decided to feet up on my day bed. I fell into a deep 'nap' ..subsequently missing an early dinner plan with a friend from Puma Energy. I got up to 6-54pm and had to apologise to Anna with a reschedule to today instead. But here's the thing, I felt like and decided on having a coffee instead of a glass of wine at 9pm Friday. It's now 430 something Saturday  AM and I'm  still awake. I function well on little sleep and coffee is a well serving addiction...but these hours I'm unappreciative of. Later this morning I attend an event where I needed to be attentive & good looking. Dahm you Coffee...I'm both tired and now also afraid to sleep.. the possibilities of missing my next commitment. Coffee is a drug. I've come to realise this.

Getting to good looking skin has been a process for me! A journey of having good skin, then a horribly imperfect, sickly dermis and currently having great skin. So before being introduced to dermafrica and having the privilege of  sponsored cosmelan treatments, my skin was sorely troubled. I was working in a plastic waste community and on a project that was ultimately for a waste for energy phase 2 envisaged pilot ( google WEF and similar in Ethiopia!). This project saw me go to a waste dump and engaging plastic trolley pullers on a very personal level, daily - for months. The conditions were infesting and anyone with a immune system not used to this was at risk of theirs being weakened. And mine was next. The waste trolley pullers are a homeless community of people who founded a means to survive by collecting plastic for recycling. They start at 4am daily, walk the streets and pick out of trash bins plastic together with other recyclable items. They pull heavy loads and my p