Punya

Everything I am, and ever will be, I give full and complete credit to my sister.

Growing up with your best friend is quite the blessing, but growing up with my guru, number one fan and my soulm8 was more magical and valuable than I could have ever asked for.

My sister taught me the magic of language. The importance of reading and writing and the profound ripple effect it can truly have upon everything.

She taught me what it meant to be a woman of confidence, to be your own number one fan, to always be in the know of yourself, and even if you aren't sure of yourself, pretend you are!

Accountability and self-reflection, are what my sister taught. She taught me how to recognise my faults & toxicity, apologise with grace and empathy and to work on myself 24/7. Just like she does.

My sister introduced me to the art of fun. How to let your hair down, the balance between work and play and why it’s important for me to get my nails done often. Very often.

My sister taught me how to fight. How to be fierce and powerful. How to conquer every situation that I see as unconquerable and be bold with each and every decision I make.

She taught me how to nurture and love, how to empathise genuinely, what it meant to comfort and console, and just why it’s important to approach each situation with gentility and understanding.

How to put things in perspective, and laugh at myself and the unavoidable faults and heartache of life. She taught me what it meant to have a sense of humour.

To release restrictions that I force upon myself, to be open and free with everything that I do and to let the sea of change sweep me away, whenever and wherever it feels.

I had never seen true strength until I saw my sister. And man, is she bursting with strength and resilience with every inch of her fibre.

It’s difficult to fully express the love and gratitude you feel towards someone, especially when it's more than itself, but I’ll sum it up in a couple of words.

Didi, I love you. Thank you. Less than 3.