I’ve been really quiet on this blog — and if you’re still here reading this, thank you. Divorce is a whirlwind of emotions — and it’s pulled me in every direction.
It’s been ages since I sat down to write. Today, I’m in my new home, sitting in the loft, typing this out as winter sunlight streams through the window. It’s cold here in Johannesburg, but there’s something comforting about being wrapped in this moment — even if it’s messy and loud.
The house is noisy — because life is noisy. My middle child is officially homeschooling now, which means our mornings are filled with energy and chaos. Right now, he’s running circles around the cat, who’s just tried (unsuccessfully) to leap out of a very high window. I think he misses the freedom of our old place. Honestly? So do I, sometimes.
We’ve moved. I sold my house. I’m starting over. Right in the middle of a divorce.
It’s a lot. It’s scary. It’s overwhelming. But it’s also… freeing. There’s something strangely beautiful about starting from scratch — about having to figure it all out again, on your own terms. This is my next chapter, and it begins here: as a single mom to three amazing kids, navigating the unknown with a mixture of fear and fierce determination.
The process of moving brought so many unexpected lessons. I realised how much unnecessary “stuff” I had held on to — things I didn’t need, things that had no real value. But at the same time, I also realised how many essentials I suddenly had to replace. Divorce means everything gets divided — even the things you never thought twice about. A microwave. A kettle. A bed base. These small things suddenly became significant. Each one had to be carefully budgeted for.
Divorce is expensive, even when it’s civil and mutually agreed upon. Don’t let anyone fool you — starting over comes with both financial and emotional costs.
But despite the uncertainty, I’m choosing to lean into this new beginning. I’m slowly rebuilding — not just my home, but my life. I’m taking a leap of faith and going back to what I love most: being an entrepreneur. It’s not easy, but I believe in starting small and growing forward. I’m learning to trust myself again — to believe that I can do hard things.
This season of life is far from perfect, but it’s mine. Messy, real, unpredictable — and filled with little moments of strength I didn’t know I had. If you’re going through something similar, just know: you’re not alone, and it’s okay to rebuild one piece at a time.
Here’s to new chapters, fresh starts, and the quiet strength it takes to begin again.
