Mags Loves Jimi

“They thought I was a Surrealist, but I wasn't. I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality.” ― Frida Kahlo

Free Yourself | Today I Will…


Working for free (but working for yourself)

Freelancers, writers, designers, photographers–there’s always an opportunity to work for free.

There are countless websites and causes and clients that will happily take your work in exchange for exposure.

And in some settings, this makes perfect sense. You might be making a contribution to a cause you care about, or, more likely, honing your craft at the same time that you get credibility and attention for your work.

But just because you’re working for free doesn’t mean you should give away all your upsides.

Consider the major publishing platforms that are happy to host your work, but you need sign away your copyright. Or get no credit. Or give the publisher the right to change your work in any way they see fit, or to use your image (in perpetuity) and your reputation for commercial gain without your oversight or participation…

Now, more than ever, you have the power to say “no” to that.

Because they can’t publish you better than you can publish yourself.

It doesn’t matter if these are their standard clauses. They might be standard for them, but they don’t have to be standard for you and for your career.

Here’s the thing: you’re going to be doing this for a long time. The clients you get in the future will be the direct result of the clients you take today. The legacy of your work down the road will be related to the quality of the work you do today.

It’s your destiny and you should own it.

Freelancers of all kinds need to be in a hurry. Not a hurry to give in to one-sided deals and lousy clients. Instead, we need to be in a hurry to share our bravest work, in a hurry to lean into the opportunity, in a hurry to make work that people would miss if it were gone.

Via Seth’s Blog


Sending Signals


All journeys are solitary. For me to say I need you to come along is misplaced faith. You don’t meet people on your journey, you meet them in theirs.

Balancing Act | This Month I Will

This month I will:

Keep no record of wrongs (or at least try). Be more accountable with time management. See stress as awareness. Hug my brother more. Allow me to be parse with my goals. Learn how to engulf myself in everything I love without being selfish – a balancing act of plans and goals.





“In every person’s life, around 27 to 29 years old, the stars and the planets align themselves to exactly the way they were when you were born. You’re faced with yourself. There’s no running away.”

Lykke Li

Art by Archan Nair

via Berlin ArtParasites


The danger in pretending is not the quality of our imagination but the slow decrease of our true destination. Life will always remind us of the kind of people we are, deep down. The kind of mechanics we have that keep us moving. It can be a harsh glow of the fragile, tiny yet extensive vessels we are. We run into ourselves while simultaneously trying to escape from ourselves. We ask, and then question, the different states we reside in. Never truly believing in our victories and fallacies.

Is this what I think I am feeling?

Am I who I say I am?  

Or are we only ever who we try to be? -Trying to be the you that you want, while understanding that one can only ever be…


We are not just who we aren’t.

So then, who are you?


New Year, New You | Seasonal Semantics


Around this time of the year we all want to relax – to reflect on what we already know, what we have come to know and to whom we have shared this with.

Mags Loves Jimi is a space for reflection and curation and always has been. In this space I am free to let go, unwind, unravel, encompass, entertain and most importantly, create growth through retrospection – all of which added to the good year that was 2016.

I have had my ego bruised, vindicated, inflated and acknowlegded throughout the peaks and valleys of the year. I came to discover a new found sense of freedom and confidence… accompanied by an overwhelming sense of responsibility. As I delve deeper into my late late 20s I am constantly reminded that we are all a working progress that knows nothing except either we want to change or not. My prayer is that we all continue to be present in our loved one’s lives – the people who uplift, propel, enrich and protect us as we do them. If 2016 showed us anything it’s that life is shorter than we believe, that our pain matters and that laughter is a truly amazing gift.

So I hope as you read this you are reminded of a moment where you laughed so hard you thought you’d cry (and maybe you did). As always I am appreciative of the journey thus far and I hope this shows not only in the pretty and nice words but in thoughtful action.

Happy New Year!

Bottoms up… Or down – depending on how you like it 😉.

No judgement.


“When [what you are deeply passionate about, what you can be best in the world at and what drives your economic engine] come together, not only does your work move toward greatness, but so does your life. For, in the end, it is impossible to have a great life unless it is a meaningful life. And it is very difficult to have a meaningful life without meaningful work. Perhaps, then, you might gain that rare tranquility that comes from knowing that you’ve had a hand in creating something of intrinsic excellence that makes a contribution. Indeed, you might even gain that deepest of all satisfactions: knowing that your short time here on this earth has been well spent, and that it mattered.”

Fancy You Should Say That | #AdviceToWriters


We Fret About Words

We fret about words, we writers. Words mean. Words point. They are arrows. Arrows stuck in the rough hide of reality. And the more portentous, more general the word, the more they can also resemble rooms or tunnels. They can expand, or cave in. They can come to be filled with a bad smell. They will often remind us of other rooms, where we’d rather dwell or where we think we are already living. They can be spaces we lose the art or the wisdom of inhabiting. And eventually those volumes of mental intention we no longer know how to inhabit will be abandoned, boarded up, closed down.



Harder, Stronger, Faster


“Hard is not relative. Hard is hard. Who can tell me that explaining to someone you just declared bankruptcy is harder than telling someone that you just cheated on them? Who can tell me that his coming out story is harder than telling your five-year-old you’re getting a divorce? There is no harder, this is just hard. We need to stop ranking our hard against everyone else’s hard to make us feel better about our closets and just commiserate on the fact that we all have hard.”

—Ash Beckham

Acts of the Spirit | Spotlight on Ursula K. Le Guin


Leave Room for Acts of the Spirit

All makers must leave room for the acts of the spirit. But they have to work hard and carefully, and wait patiently, to deserve them.


via Brain Pickings

Oh Come All Ye Consumers | Seasonal Semantics 


Christmas at my house is quiet.

There is a little creek from the leaves rustling outside our windows. The food is usually ready by five and the four of us sit together to eat. We pray, pack our plates and wait for my dad to begin his storytelling. He tells us African folklore; stories of family, responsibility, kingship and what it means to love one another. Then, at about seven, we disburse into our own corners of joy. Some watching carols, others reading under the stars (just a chair, in a small backyard, in a quaint planet called Earth) and then there’s me… flipping from activity to activity, filling the moments with… well, moments.

Christmas at my house is not surrounded by ornaments or a large tree – not since we got a dog, anyway. Not a bauble in sight. No tinsel or holly. No frankincense or myrrh… though there are a few gold pieces on fingers and necks. As for wise men? I’m sure most of us fit the description of (wo)man on a journey to find the one thing that brings peace in this world (and aren’t we all on that journey?).

Christmas, depending on how you like your end of year/beginning of your celebrations, is different across the globe; home to home, heart to heart. This does not change the message of Christmas or how we spend it at my house. There is still the present puzzle leading up to the day – what to get, whom to give it to when to buy etc. Still the meal on the table, still the message of the good news of Jesus Christ’s birth. Still the spreading of hope and peace.

But is that what we are sold at Christmas? Is that what your weekly Myer or Coles catalogues and prime time ads say? Buy this and you will feel heavenly. Cook this and you will be the glory of the family. The message of Christmas is shared to us through products, food, and experiences. Is Christmas a profit-driven sale period? You bet your stockings it is. Are we being manipulated into forgetting the real message of the birth of the Christian faith as we know it? Yes and no. Let’s explore a little deeper…

What consumers love about Christmas is the same thing they hate about it – over-indulgence. Some see spending extravagant amounts of money on a gift (for almost anyone you’ve ever had a heart to heart with, and let’s not forget the obligatory office secret Santa); like a frosted cake freshly baked – luxurious but not essential. What we love about Christmas is the reminder that we are all the same.

We all have families, some more present than others (was that a gift joke? Okay I’m wrapping this up …), some festive, some reflective, some anxious, some giddy. The message of Christmas is simple – home is where the heart is. The problem with Christmas is not the religious meaning, it’s our humanistic urges. The world is driven by three main things – giving, receiving and promoting.

What I mean by giving is; as humans we run on time, energy and resources. We receive love, care, attention through time, energy, resources. We are also proud beings, wanting to advance in grit, will, and candor. Democratic by nature, we love to promote ourselves and each other. This is a savvy business tycoon’s dream. Tapping into our indulgences for the things we save on wish-lists – the items and places we wouldn’t normally dip our wallets into. As a species of hunters and nurturers, the coming together for the common cause will never be obsolete; nor will the power of family.

The need for Christmas is important to billions of people; as a well-grounded tradition into the faith of humanity. Let’s not get it twisted, there will always be a new gimmick, seasonal pull to rally the needy and speedy troops. Why not have it for the birth of a baby? If you think Christmas is a marketing ploy, don’t get me started on NYE and all its shenanigans – a profit-driven ideology geared to exacerbate FOMO, and making good use of those jingle balls… But getting back to the original point; Christmas at my house is quiet, and that’s just the way we like it, with its authentic meaning binding us together like a sheet of stars across the southern sky…

*Merry Christmas! May we spend together, dine together, wine together and above all else, come to all ye faithful.


This article was written by Margretta Sowah; a freelance writer and Fashion Marketer based in Sydney. All opinions expressed are her own. She cannot be held liable for bad taste. She also likes to spin yarn from time to time. Read more at: Blaire Creatives

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