You Are Awesome!!!

I like that every day of the week is

dedicated to something, who would have though there's such a thing as international day of awesomeness? 

Well, today is that day.

So be ridiculously awesome today. 

You are amazing in every way, created for purpose, 

Designed for greatness

Crafted with the finest pieces of human  parts there was. 

Your creator knew you before you were born and he knew that you will be here today to release the fragrance of greatness he's put inside of you

You alone have the power to release that greatness. 

You may have allowed it to remain dormant within you, as you toil on other pressing issues demanding your attention. 

Your greatness awaits nonetheless, silently watching, pleading and begging to be released. 

Utilise the power of self will and discover how awesome you truly can be if you just let the it's flower bloom.

You may have operated in greatness once but situations tamed you, and connived to stop you. 

These situations are the companions called test sent to strengthen us. 

Rise again, stand up again, look up, you are born to be awesome to be bigger than your problems. 

So today, release the beauty and sweetest aroma of awesomeness which you have because some one is waiting to be touched by you.

I Blew My Top Off: and stopped worrying.

Today was not meant to go the way it did, let me rephrase this morning was not meant to go the

way it did. I woke up not feeling high, no not high on any substance, I am usually in a good mood, singing and humming, Declaring into my day and all that. But not today. I just couldn't get going, well I did get going when I heard this news.

I blew my top off because I came out of the house to see a big crack on my windscreen.

I was not a happy bunny. Immediately I imagined a 1000 scenarios of how it could have happened. Did someone throw a brick and I didn’t notice, was it a malicious act? Etc. the conspiracy theory continued in my head. From there I moved on to the cost of fixing it up, and worried some more about that.

Finally, I had to stop. I was working myself into a fit. I had to stop. It’s only a screen I said out loud during one of my intense analysis.

The minute I did that I was able to see clearly what I can do, I immediately located my insurance documents, checked them to see if the repairs will be covered by them. Once this was confirmed

Then I contacted the workshop, and arranged for it to be replaced.

The moment I stopped I was able to think clearly and stopped worrying. Worry is a choice; it can be active or passive. So how do you deal with or stop yourself from worrying.

Here are my top 8 ways of dealing with Worrying thoughts.

1.                  Speak out loud: Worry often happens internally; we internalize our situation to the point of developing a headache. I have learnt to speak out loud whatever issues or situation causing me to worry. The sound of my voice, speaking out that issue shifts my focus from the internal to the external. It is just as if I have told someone those problems and the problem have become theirs. This helps me really analyse the situation from a 3^rd person point of view.

2.                Pray: This is closely related to speaking it out loud: In praying we give our problems over to God, he provides wisdom to deal with the issue and peace to live it in his hands

3.              Detach yourself; Speaking the problem out loud enables you to detach yourself from the situation. Being detach, you are able to analyse the situation from the outside. You can provide useful advice on how to deal with that issue as if you were talking to a friend.

4.                Focus on the solution. Being detach enables your mind to focus on several solutions, because you are no longer emotionally involved, the thought process is clear enough to provide alternatives to the problem.  The moment I stopped worrying I was able to see clearly a solution, “my insurance”. The time spent worrying was wasted.

5.                Take action: it would have been a total waste of my time to locate the insurance papers and do nothing about it. Once you have identified the solution, take action. Action will lead to results. Results ends worry. The moment I discovered it was covered by my insurance, I contacted the glass repair expert. I took action.

6.                Take a deep Breath. Yes, it’s that simple, often we are tense and really worked up. Taking a deep breath will loosen any tight muscles around the shoulders. Taking a deep breath may involve a 3 minutes breathing exercise which will help you refocus our mind

I do not take for granted that some of you may be going through some life threatening issues, you may feel that employing these steps does not apply to your particular situation.

My encouragement to you is to try them and see if there is any change in how you feel. 

find yourself fretting over any aspect of your life:

·         Speak out Loud (SOL)

·         Pray

·         Detach yourself

·         Focus on the solution

·         Take action

·         Take a deep breath.

Take these steps every time you find yourself engrossed in worrying thoughts and you will be amazed at how quickly your mental state will change from one of complete and utter confusion to being focused.

Please share with us steps you have taken to deal with worrying thoughts.

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Mother's Job Description

On this mother's day, I want to share a brief description about the job description of a mother. 

A few months ago, when I was picking up the children at school, another mother I knew well rushed up to me. Emily was fuming with Indignation. 
'Do you know what you and We are?' she demanded. Before I could answer and I didn't really have one handy, she blurted out the reason for her question. 

It seemed she had just returned from renewing her driver's license at the county clerk's office. Asked by the woman recorder to state her 'occupation', Emily had hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself. 
'What I mean is, explained the recorder, 'do you have a job, or are you just a......?
'Of course I have a job,' snapped Emily. 'I am a mother.'
'We don't list "mother" as an occupation... "housewife" covers it, ' said the recorder emphatically.

I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself in the same situation, this time at our own Town Hall. The clerk was obviously a career woman, of a high-sounding title like 'Official Interrogator' or 'Town Registrar'
And what is your occupation?' she proded.

What made me say it I do not know. The words simply popped out.

I'm a Research Associate in the field of Child Development and Human Relations.'

The Clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair, and looked up as though she had not heard right. 
I repeated the title slowly, emphasizing the most significant words. Then I stared with wonder as my pompous prouncement was written in bold black ink on the official questionnaire.

'Might I ask,' said the clerk with new interest, 'just what you do in your field?'
Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice, I heard myself reply, 'I have a continuing program of research (what mother doesn't) in the laboratory and in the field 
(normally I would have said indoors and out). I'm working for my Masters (the whole darned family) and already have fur credits (all daughters). 

Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities (any mothers care to disagree?) and I often work fourteen hours a day (twenty-four is more like it). 
But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers and the rewards are in satisfaction rather than just money.'
There was in increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door. 

As I drove into our drive way buoyed up b my glamorous new career, I was greeted by my lab assistants-age thirteen, seven, and three. And upstairs, I could hear our new experimental model (six months) in the child development program, testing out a new vocal pattern. 

I felt triumphant. I had scored a beat on bureaucracy, and I had gone down on the official records as someone more distinguished and indispensable to mankind than 'just another....'

Home..... what a glorious career. Especially when there's a title on the door. 

Happy Mother's Day. 

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