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How do you define a word that doesn’t exist. A word that cannot be found in a dictionary or in a Google search. Well, it’s easy – you tell the story of where it came to life. Welcome to our very first blog! As promised, we understand the hustle and bustle of maintaining the perfect work-life balance, but before we dive into sharing tips, tricks and life hacks, I would love to share my story with you. We love getting personal and capturing even the finest detail, so now would be the perfect time for you to grab that coffee and embark on this journey with me!
– Throwing it back to 2017, what I thought would be my final year of varsity.
As a third and final year student, I was so excited to graduate from the North West University with a degree in Bcom. Economics & International Trade and embark on the highly anticipated journey of ‘adulthood’. I was always the girl with a plan, ready to boldly and bravely step out into the ‘real’ world to start checking off my perfect to-do list in life. While all of my friends were getting good grades to enroll for their honnours degrees, I was busy compiling a CV and rehearsing the most commonly asked interview questions. Except, I quickly learned that I can make all the plans and all the to-do lists in the world, if it’s not alligned with the perfectly planned will of God – it’s not happening. All for the best, I’ve only come to realise later on…
With my third year coming to an end, I was convinced that I would in fact, not be graduating by the end of the year all because of one subject – the one I disliked most, the one where I couldn’t even Google terms because I didn’t know what to Google. Have you ever been so clueless? Needless to say, I was in full blown panic mode – will I pass this one subject and graduate? Do we sign the lease agreement on my apartment or do I move back home? I was so convinced that I would fail the subject, that my parents signed the lease agreement and that was it, contrary to my plan, I would be staying another year. By the grace of God, ITRW wasn’t getting in the way of the Lord’s will. Yes, it was an IT subject. Yes, I wrote the second opportunity exam. And yes, even though I passed – I still suck at IT.
– 2018. Plot Twist.
I received an email confirming my graduation date on the 28th of Decemeber, 2017 – weirdest timing seeing that everyone was on holiday, but anyway, I was graduating so I’ll take it. After writing the second opportunity exam, I made peace with the fact that I would be staying another year. I was disappointed as it was not part of my plan, but it wasn’t all bad because my friends would be completing their honnors degree the same year, right. Wrong. Turned out things didn’t work out as any of us had planned, in fact things were completely the opposite. I was the only one staying. All my friends, including my best friend Amey, were graduating and entering what was supposed to be my season of ‘adulthood’. I was so happy and overcomed with joy for them, they deserve the absolute best that this world has to offer! But what do you do when your little world and all the things you had planned comes crashing down? I was horrified and anxious, not only was I alone – which is not ideal if you are a social butterfly like me, but I had absolutely no plan. All I knew was that I was going back to Potch in January. That was it.
At the beginning of the new year, I enrolled for my Post-Graduate Diploma in Business Administration, seeing that the Business School was the only faculty still accepting applications. In the meantime, Amey got a job and moved to the Free State. She often came to visit me in Potch. Our faculty held a meet-and-greet event shortly before our classes began. Luckily for me, she was visiting at the time of the event, so I dragged her along. I figured that if I was going to meet new people, it would be best to do it with my best friend. As life would have it, we were late. I don’t know how we managed that, seeing that I lived approximately 1km down the road from where the venue was – but after lingering outside for a few more minutes, undecisive on whether we should wait until after the first speaker to make an entry or to simply ditch the event, we met Christene, who was also a bit late. Little did I know that she would soon become my safe haven during this year. I don’t know why, but it’s always seemingly easier to make a late entrance together, rather than alone. What is not easy, is finding 3 open seats together. Luckily for us, I saw 2 of my neighbours from my first year – and they had 3 openings at their table. We sat through the entire event and my heart felt at ease, knowing that there was atleast three people that I knew. When classes commenced, I quickly came to know that there were actually a lot of familiar faces. Instantly all my fears were silenced, and I had the courage to face the unknown chapter of a new plan.
– Fast-forward to September 2018.
Amey was visiting me for her birthday weekend, which also turned out to be the weekend of Rocking Potch. As per usual, we would light a fire and enjoy a classic gin before hitting the town. We love to consider ourselves independent ladies! This time, however – we didn’t stick to our classic boerie rolls, instead we wanted to make burger pies on open fire. We had all the ingredients, except a ‘toe knyp rooster’, or otherwise known as a braai grill. We heard voices and laughter from the complex that I was living in, and I suggested that we take a walk to go ask any of my neighbours for a braai grill. We eventually got to my neighbour’s neighbour, and unlucky for us, he didn’t have one either. As students, we regarded everyone as our friend, and if you are fimiliar with Potch vibes, you would agree that this much is true. With that said, we had a great chat with our new friends, our plans of making braai pies were out the window, so we seized the opporunity to enjoy the company of my new neighbour’s-neighbour. We were dancing in an unfurnished flat as he was a new tenant, singing country songs and a few other classics and soon we were all on our way to Rocking Potch. The rest as they say, is history.
– Looking back.
2018 and 2019 were hands down the most challenging years for me, personally and spirtually. I like to refer to this season in my life as my ‘growing pains’ season. This was the first time I ever needed to REALLY get out of my comfort zone – a really safe and secure three years of my life, to trust and embrace the beauty of new beginnings. To trust that the Lord would fulfill His plans as He promised, even tough it did not allign with the plans I had in mind. I also had to learn to let go of my constant need to control things in life, this was one of the hardest challenges, even today.
This was also the first time that I had to deal with the loss of a loved one, my angel granny. With that said, it was also the first time I experienced true joy of a life celebrated for it was a life beautiflly lived. I aspire to live a life as beautiful as my grandma’s. She left me with the most precious and most beautiful memories any grandchild could ever dream of. She captured the true essence of being a fearlessly feminine woman, praying for ever single soul she meets – she left no one untouched with love and compassion. We were spoilt rotten as kids, and even during my studies she would sneak a R100 note in my bra everytime before I left for Potch, and she’d say, “buy yourself something nice!” That was the type of sassy, fierce and kind-hearted lady my grandma was.
I had to learn that if you don’t ask, the answer will always be no, and if you don’t fail at something, you didn’t try. I’ve learned that priorities are essential in all aspects of life – academics, relationships and self-care. I’ve learned how to nourish precious friendships with people who were once only acqaintances. I’ve learned to trust the process. I’ve learned to pray with expectation while praising even in a season of waiting, for God always works everything for the good of those who believe in Him. God has been so visible in every single detail of my life and through every single step of this journey, and I’m trusting Him for this next chapter in my life.
There was never a specific time or place when ‘Buuras’ came to life, it was a series of actions that manifested a deeper feeling. That’s why I have decided to leave the definition of the word open-ended. Not only because I believe, as with the National Language Museum that open endings creates space for growth, but also because I want to manifest this feeling with my clients as well. I want my actions through Buuras & Co. to manifest this incredibly special feeling.
What I am very sure of though, is that ‘Buuras’ is a verb. A doing word. A verb is defined as, “A word used to describe an action, state or occurrence, and forming the main part of the predicate of a sentence.” That is exactly what we aim to do at Buuras & Co. We want our actions to form the main part of our business. But actions are fixated on a specific goal and time. The feeling that we want to leave with you, is the one that will live on forever in your heart as you reminisce on the actions it took to complete your perfect event as you dreamed. As you may have read on our website, “You give life to what you give energy to.” Apart from planning, designing and executing the perfect event, we choose to give energy to compassion, kindess, humanity, uniqueness, nonconforming and dreaming fearlessly. We want to grow with you throughout your journey, just as you are an essential part of our growing journey.
Now that you have travelled through a timeline of my story, I can’t wait to hear your story! Feel free to get in touch. Share your story, share your thoughts, tell me about your grandma, your dreams or your fears. I love stories, I love coffee and I would love to hear from you!
All my love, always.