The above picture is so special; I mean I couldn’t have found a more special one to use. That day was special but it was confirming a big scary change I was embarking on. My boyfriend then took me to the restaurant where we had our first date, to sort of celebrate our parting since my decision to move back to Cameroon had just become irrevocable. I had reserved my flight for July that same morning. It was a bitter-sweet moment.
Five years and more, I am here doing all the amazing stuffs I am doing, I have found my purpose and I am so productive some even think I am sort of hypomanic a lot of the time lol.
This year started on a very high note, I mean I turned 40 which was huge and wow, I celebrated it grand style my own way, I got so funky and asked life for more, and four days later baaaaaaaam – a new relationship. Are we all calling this a special though initially scary change?
And so, I decided among others to stop being a WHY person but a WHY NOT person. My mind told me it was time to change the theme of my blog, and so I am doing just that. I am taking it slowly though because once again the change is seeming scary. I mean what of my widgets and etc etc.
I have admired blogs where less was written in favour of visuals and where to click lol. Don’t know if this new one will be the final one and if I will know what to do with the widgets etc, but I am just embracing the change for now.
Sometimes indeed, the change is scary but special just like my current funky look with low hair hurray.
I turned 40 on the 18th of January 2019 and it’s like I turned 20 in spirit.
Maybe the word funky is more sleazy than say fulfilled? But that’s how I feel right now. I am a feelings person, looks come 3rd or 10th place have never made that a priority.
I know I look what funky or fine girlish lol, but that’s not the first thing I wish people see or remark about me (can’t close their eyes though but maybe writing this can sort of close their mouths hahaha).
Anyways, the current feeling coupled with all I have been through and learned in life, leave me looking or better still craving for more…
More of funky, more of life, more of love, more of you Lord my source.
I have gotten there at final and firm last, where the within is so VIP, anything without can only matter if it threatens my within. And there tbt, I have the power to choose if I am giving that occurrence or someone the permission to get to my within, and for how long under what conditions…
Life couldn’t be more lovely for me…I mean I feel so funky.
Here is to Inspiration and Motivation everyone, you don’t need to get to 40 to feel this funky yeah…
I went into hibernation from the 10 – 16th January to do this; and I kept a journal. I was told to publish same on day 3 of the awesome journey, and I ain’t bargaining with God ever again. It is free, kindly download from this link
I am equally asking for dontions to help me open a mental health care support center in my city of Douala – Cameroon. No amount donated is ever too small. You can read more updates and needs assessed from the campaign right here.
My dad was recently in our home for 10 days and on his last day he gave me money to go and buy a clock. He had noticed we didn’t have one although there was a nail that looked like one hung there previously – indeed we had one which had accidentally gone down when someone pulled the curtain without paying attention. When I tried to talk him out of it, he insisted the memories will remain forever and that’s what mattered to him.
He had equally been trying his best to ‘spoil’ the boys and I was almost getting on my nerves too lol. I now get it, it’s not every other month he sees them. Indeed, this is the first Christmas ever we are all spending together; and the second vacation they are spending together in 12 years (my second son is 12 and so you can guess they had never spent any time together – he only saw my son as a baby, and had never met the 9 years old oh Lord).
So, I got the clock and will move it some other place and further up. I will cherish that memory too.
That’s equally how, my friend in Brussels decided to immortalize my passage in his life by paying for a car plate with the initials of the special name I called him. I called him my super super hero aka SSH. He did that in 2016 but I am just sharing it now because the memories came back as I thought of Dad.
And so dear all, I wish to inspire+motivate us all to think about the memories we are making and leaving in each other’s life.
Today is World Disability Day and here is a basic definition I got from the world wide web: Collins dictionary defined disability thus: “Disability is a permanent injury, illness, or physical or mental condition that tends to restrict the way that someone can live their life.”
Do I need to remind the world of my dis-Abilities? I wear hearing aids (and so what?), I was diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis and suffered for two good years limping and downing meds (and so what?), I was diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder aka PTSD in 2014, indeed I used to be so messed up up there I attempted suicide in February 2009 (gimmie a big break here – and so what?).
Hello all, pictures they say speak thousand words.
I hope you now understand how inspired+motivated I have been since the start of this year, bust especially since October when I joined SIWO (success inspires world). It’s like a 🔥 lit up inside me, and I rose like a Phoenix.
Many call me phenomenal, I have branded myself MAGnectic.
Be inspired+motivated in all your endeavours. Thank you for all the support you can’t tell how I love me this tribe.
Hello all and happy new week. I had a pretty busy weekend (like there are some lazy ones more often right?) Hope everyone is hanging in there.
I thought to start sharing some shenanigans from my Therapy/therapist trenches (I mean I am in daily therapy myself, and as a therapist I work with clients every now and then). I basically am my own therapist and the boys are an excellent co-therapist team.
Today I look at one of the techniques I use in my trench. I ask some clients to look at the mirror and tell me what they see. I had one in the office (when I was at the hospital) and I always hope they carry one in their bags too (thinking of the ladies lol). After that, I ask them to talk to the person they see in that mirror.
I got real inspired to use this mirror technique after I was able to reach out to a client after two ‘unfruitful sessions’ at the hospital. I asked her the third time she came if she had a mirror in her back. She frowned but pulled it out and started making excuses for her appearance and ‘pimpled face’ oh my. I told her I saw all of that but that’s not why I asked if she had a mirror. She said she hadn’t made up that morning because she was running late. After trying to resist my urging her to ‘just look at herself in the mirror’, she did. I told her to do that for just 3 minutes but after the 2nd minute she broke down crying.
I then encouraged her to feel the feelings, face the fears and write down all she wanted. Later on, I encouraged her to talk to the person in the mirror.
It was after everything a wonderful experience for both of us. A few others have appreciated that technique too.
I have a mirror Infront of my room, I share the mirror with the boys. I look at it to see myself in all my shades, and I love to talk to myself. I do that before I leave home and before I go to bed each day.
I find this technique awesome and don’t know if any other person uses this, or has had to participate in any such experience.
Until next time, have a great week and stay inspired+motivated everyone