self help
Self help, because you are your greatest asset.
What is “it”?
I had slithered my way down into a luxuriously comfortable bed of acceptance. 2020 was a year unlike any other. Feeling independent and a bit unnerved by taking a leave of school, I landed myself living on my own with my partner: the dream gig. I was going to be twenty years old, and my glamorous plans and dreams for my 20s was at my fingertips. I was eager and ready.
By Rebecca Mohr5 years ago in Motivation
New Year, New Me
In the final days of 2020, something snapped in me. It felt like an elastic band stretched to the extreme and just snapping, irretrievably. It had to do with my emotions. In 2020, I had had highs, lows and everything in between like everybody else. In those final days of last year, I felt spent, drained of emotions to spare. The stress had got to me, surely. Catering to two pre-schoolers and a busy husband, applying for visas and the longer than usual delays and the things that had to be put on hold because of that, having my driving tests cancelled over and over again because of lockdowns with months of expensive lessons gone down the drain, not being able to socialise weekly as I used to, the news of extended family dying on the regular, the fears for my older vulnerable parents’ health and safety... there was a lot going on and I think, as a result, whatever it was just snapped in the final weeks in 2020.
By DeWrites5 years ago in Motivation
Fear, Hope, Action!
New year is a time that, for many, symbolises hope. There’s the looking back and reflecting on time passed, followed by the ‘reset’ - positive intentions and desire for more of the things that went well and a chance to improve on the things that didn’t. This new year has been no different, in some ways. We all know that pandemics and political crises don’t care what date it is, and yet, we may wish to shed 2020 like a too-tight skin, casting its chaos into the past and looking towards brighter times. I’m always at my most reflective at the turn of a year – I enjoy the opportunity to pause, take stock and consider what’s next. And the extraordinary events of the last year have got me in full ‘meta’ mode – reflecting on reflecting. I’m interested in the nature and purpose of the hope that we may bring into a new cycle, and its relationship to fear. Recently, I’ve heard a few people say that they dare not allow themselves to hope, which strikes me as desperately sad. I’ve allowed myself to peek at a little crack of light coming from somewhere, but it seems dangerous to trust that the light source is the end of the tunnel. This seems at odds with my usual way of being these days – I worked for years on making cracks in my (frankly, very impressive) emotional suit of armour. There’s nothing like a persistent pandemic and its mismanagement to make me run towards the old familiar defences, I suppose! And I’m angry about some of my hope being ‘stolen’ because of a lack of clear leadership in the country I’ve moved to. I want to look ahead to thriving arts scenes, live music, hugs with friends and shared spaces, and use them as leverage to persist a little longer with the inconvenience and the fear. But it’s never long before my refrain of ‘I wonder how they’ll manage to screw it up this time’ kicks in. This feels like real powerlessness, and I don’t like to stay in that place for long.
By Mo Ford5 years ago in Motivation
To Hell With Resolutions
Going into this new year, I have decided not to set myself up for failure by making New Year's resolutions. Don't get me wrong, I don't have anything against resolutions or people who make them. For the people who find good resolutions and stick to them, more power to you. As an average person, I've come to realize that for most people, resolutions are something we hype ourselves up about, and stick to for maybe a week. Well, I say no more.
By Niyah Heaggans5 years ago in Motivation
Dear Janelle
Dear Janelle, You know that 2020 was a tough year with Covid19 but keep in mind, you were very mentally and physically unwell for more than 12 months. With trying new therapy for depression, TMS, meant going off and on my mood stabiliser. This medication was one of the primary causes for my initial ongoing and continual weight gain. Not surprisingly, I started to put weight on again, bringing the need for the second bariatric surgery to a high priority. Then when you went to the surgeon, who did the original surgery was very abrupt so you sought a second opinion.
By Janelle Reeves5 years ago in Motivation
Overcome Fear and Control Your Anger
I, for most of the time, keep on contemplating whether there exists a way for the readers, who read my blog, to become so strong and fierce from the inside that they themselves can overcome Fear and control their Anger, that too in just seconds.
By Infinitians5 years ago in Motivation
Lessons from the Inside of a Broken Mirror
Lessons from the Inside of a Broken Mirror – 1 Obituary “Now, start writing. You’ve got twenty minutes.” The instructions were clear: write your own obituary. Write it as someone else, remembering you, the way that you want to be remembered. It felt dirty, morbid, as if we had been asked to dig our own grave. Most of us just sat there, looking around in shock. The shock-and-awe factor is probably what they were counting on. The threat of death was not real… well, at least not now, not in this classroom anyway. I closed my eyes, turned inward, did some quick breath work and a short visualization practice. How do I want to be remembered when I’m gone? I started by doubling my age, if I were to die in thirty years… my dreams achieved, my life in order, my family and friends proud to know me. Then I started writing. I almost didn’t even realize that I’d started at first. The words just flowed. I wrote two neat paragraphs from the witness’s perspective, set thirty years in the future. I read over and few times and made my corrections. I looked around the room to see that most people were still writing, so I took that opportunity to contemplate and compare what that obituary would be like if I were to die today. I noted several changes that I needed to make, assuming that I make it the sixty, and jotted them down on the inside of the back cover of my notebook. Some of these I could change today, the longest, toughest changes, might take a couple of years at most, the sooner the better…
By Scott Hulsey5 years ago in Motivation
