My writing journey – despite a confidence deficit
It is my writing journey from the arid landscape in Kimberley via the enthralling, rarefied London to home today. Confidence has never been a strong suit, but I persist nonetheless.
It is my writing journey from the arid landscape in Kimberley via the enthralling, rarefied London to home today. Confidence has never been a strong suit, but I persist nonetheless.
If perimenopause is not on your radar, all of the above is likely to cause considerable heartache. But there is good news – the problems outlined above could very well be as a result of the fluctuating hormones of perimenopause, and treatable. First, let’s look at what perimenopause is and then at five common ways that fluctuating hormones trip you up at work.
Why are we so fixated on simply being pretty? Why is having other strengths and being endowed with fine character not as esteemed these days? Yet, we are obsessed, as the surge in the number of beauty-related surgeries indicates. I dig into what might be driving this obsession – mentioning an interesting plastic surgery hub and hotspot. The perils of plastic surgery and those who have succumbed. The complications that could arise. I also mention biblical heroes and heroines of old and the role beauty played in their lives.
It is hard to forgive from the heart, today we unpack: First, forgiving yourself, secondly and oddly, we sometimes are so mad at God, we find ourselves at odds with Him and
lastly, there is forgiving others who have trampled our trust or broken our hearts. And then we need forgiveness from others – all very challenging, isn’t it?
In a nutshell, “reading the room” means understanding the subtle, non-verbal cues emanating from your audience or group of people you are interacting with.
In the context of being a Christian, I share lessons learnt about the nuances of forgiveness and specifically the misconceptions that bedevil the process of forgiveness and could hinder it taking place altogether. Perhaps, in some small way, it can be of use to you.
For me, life’s little luxuries are those little pleasures or comforts that make life worth living; not necessarily are these the most expensive items money can buy, though often they are, in a sense, priceless. I make the case for water, which I believe, fits perfectly into this category.
Sometimes one’s confidence is fragile, fickle even, and can be upended by something as stupid as a gift bag. Berating self often follows unless one takes negative thoughts to the sword. The sword of God’s Word certainly came in handy to put an end to this latest bout of failure.
How often has there not been a chain of events precipitated by something rather inane only to escalate into something else: be it a heated debate, a quarrel, a falling out, and the like; some of epic proportions just to discover an error of judgement rooted in a flawed communication process that has misfired for various reasons.
King Charles III was officially and regally crowned king in all his glory and power this past Saturday. In the light of all things balance, I will tread a fine line between the loyal royalists on the one hand versus the detractors and anti-monarchists on the other to give you my middling take on this. Who cares and why you may ask? Well, I found myself pondering on the life and reign of another great king …