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The Winter I Learned to Get Into Cold Water on Purpose. AI-Generated.
An accidental transplant I did not move to Cape Town for the mountain or the wine or any of the reasons people put on postcards. I moved because a lighting rental company offered me eleven months of steady work on a film crew, and after two years of stitching together freelance gigs in Gqeberha, eleven months of anything steady sounded like a small miracle. I said yes on the phone before I had thought about where I would actually live, which is the sort of decision you make at twenty nine when you are more afraid of standing still than of the unknown.
By Josh Maraneyabout a month ago in Journal
I Tested 5 “Passive Income” Ideas
After trying to make money online with $0, I kept seeing one phrase everywhere: “Passive income.” So, what is passive income anyway? Most people think that passive income is getting money without having to do anything. That's not it. That's a gift or winning a lottery. Passive income is getting paid over and over for something you've already done or created, without having to redo that thing.
By Timothy A Rowlandabout a month ago in Journal
The Learner Who Found Me Through a Machine, Not a Neighbour. AI-Generated.
How people used to find me For most of my working life, the way somebody came to sit in my little white Corsa was simple. Somebody's cousin had passed. Somebody's aunty had heard I was patient with nervous people. A woman would stop me at the Shoprite in Polokwane and say, my daughter is terrified of the hill by the taxi rank, can you take her, and I would say bring her Tuesday at four, and that was that.
By Josh Maraneyabout a month ago in Journal
One Empty Seat, Three People: A Moral Dilemma With No Perfect Answer
Imagine you are driving alone on a freezing evening. The road is quiet, the temperature is dropping, and there are no other vehicles nearby. A bus has broken down, leaving three people stranded on the roadside.
By parwinder singhabout a month ago in Journal
The Cold That Would Not Leave My Bones After I Was Well Again. AI-Generated.
The illness that overstayed its welcome I got sick in the middle of a Highveld winter, the kind of cold that settles into Johannesburg in July and makes you forget the year has any warm months in it at all. It started as a chest cold, the sort of thing I had shrugged off a hundred times before. I was fifty three and had always thought of myself as strong. I gardened. I walked. I carried my own shopping up the stairs without a second thought. So when the cough would not clear, I told myself it was nothing, and I kept going to work and kept ignoring the tightness that was building in my chest like a fist slowly closing.
By Josh Maraneyabout a month ago in Journal
I Started at a Germiston Hospital on a Monday and Needed a Home by Friday. AI-Generated.
The phone call that changed everything I was standing in my mother's kitchen in Polokwane when the call came through. The woman on the other end told me the post was mine, a proper nursing position at a hospital in Germiston, and could I start on Monday. It was a Wednesday. I said yes before my brain had caught up with my mouth, and then I put the phone down and just stood there with my hand still on it, staring at the kettle.
By Josh Maraneyabout a month ago in Journal
Opening My Own Practice, and the Small Thing That Made It Real. AI-Generated.
Leaving the Big Practice For eight years I worked at a large physiotherapy practice in Durban, the kind with four treatment rooms, a receptionist who knew every medical aid scheme by heart, and a hydrotherapy pool that always smelled faintly of chlorine. It was a good place. I learned a great deal there, and I am not going to pretend I left because of some dramatic falling out. I left because I was thirty four and I kept lying awake thinking about what it would feel like to have my own name on a door.
By Josh Maraneyabout a month ago in Journal
