Saturday, 4 June 2016

Inherited Narratives of My Ancestors

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Have you ever watched the movie, ‘Dancing with the Wolves?’

Have you ever felt as though, you are a walking and talking a narrative that is too familiar and has been stuck with you for many years? An inherited narrative that has made you feel safe, comfortable, challenged you a little bit and made you doubt yourself at times?

Have you ever stopped to check whose inherited narratives you are carrying?

Yesterday, someone challenged me in a positive and constructive way. He asked me, why does hanging onto who I am now, or used to be, matter so much to me? Moreover, why was I fighting so much to let the, Me and I go?

My inherited narrative up to yesterday had been filled with unevaluated, ‘I should’ and musts

I with strong conviction held onto the ‘I should’ & musts, so much so, that at times I felt stuck in the agonizing self-critique dialogue of; “I am a failure in life.”

An unevaluated narrative, for I had never stopped long enough to deeply engage with my inner core and spirit of my raison d'ĂȘtre’ what was leading me to live the life I have been living so far.’

My 'future life' was mapped out, life most of you. Indeed, I had that great future plan; 5-year plan, 10-year plan and so forth. My intangible and imaginative plan looked great in my head and was ahead of me.

There were days, I lay awake dreaming of how I would eventually implement, ‘my plan,’ in the future. How nice is it dream, don’t you think?

Some of my ancestors spoke the same universal dialect (should & must go to school graduate, get a job, marry, settle down have kids and become a grandmother) which partially became embedded in my soul. The self-critique would then verbalise the inherited tick list, as failures with the usual musts and should by such and such a date, then I will be fulfilled

Flash forward today, I no longer visualise a 5-year plan, or 10-year plan for I learnt the hard way that demain n’existe pas.

Reflecting back dreamlike states, visualisations, day dreaming never pushed me closer to actualising my true potential, instead I achieved comfortable distorted goals. It is definitely much easier to sit back, dream and relax when one has a future plan.
Today, I only believe in consciously choosing every decision I make, so that tomorrow, I will wake with, ‘Je ne regrette rein.’

Until yesterday, I thought I had finally figured ma raison d'ĂȘtre, on the contrary
 
I was constructively challenged yesterday and discovered that my outlook in life in terms of achievements has been based on my self-imposed inherited narratives all along. Redefined based on materialistic achievements.

The feedback I received challenged my internal struggles and endless inherited verbatim beliefs. I had not stopped long enough to question myself what it would be like to just let go off everything that once represented me. FEAR is the first word that came to mind. 

Funny, enough the lifestyle I feared all along is the lifestyle I imagined and dreamt of living
I discovered that it has been much easier to hide behind the great narratives of my ancestors which have been passed onto to me in another layer of realism.  

Now, how could someone a familiar stranger ask me to let go off everything I believed me, that symbolised me?

Even though I had let go off long term plans, and converted to the now plans; I still had my life mapped out in my head and now paper just the way I wanted it to be or so I thought. I had mainly mapped out some distorted form of monetary and materialistic value of what achievement meant; I had invented another story or version of what my ancestors meant.  

My inherited narrative of goals were still painted with unevaluated strong beliefs of ‘I shoulds & must’s.

This is where I felt comfortable, and who wouldn’t? Never did I consider once to step outside of that box of ‘I shouldn’t and must,’ until now

I may have verged on stepping outside that box once or twice in my life, but never felt comfortable enough to completely step outside of that box; and for the first time to look in and be a bystander of my life.

My inherited narrative has been a great dream of, I should have acquired certain things in life, or I should have achieved something by such and such a date’; it’s been a fantastic and intangible dream.  ‘I have been the walking and talking infomercial of my ancestors, my grandparents, my family and family friends

How could not I be, as that is what I have mostly been surrounded by and moulded by.
In being and adopting the said ‘narratives,’ I stopped myself from truly living and in actualising who I can potentially be.

What I am learning is that inherited values are valuable lessons and one’s to be treasured, that in order to truly live the life I was intended to live, I should push the boat out even further and way beyond my ancestor’s narratives.

What fun would my or your history be, if those who follow after us say, “well she/or he lived just like their ancestors.” But what does that actually say about me or you, as individuals and as a contributor in society?

Wouldn’t it be rather more amazing to travel the road less travelled? To be in environments that are unsafe and challenging?

I am learning that I was only mirroring inherited beliefs through somebody’s else’s eyes, achievements and narratives. That my ancestors, grandparents and parents were/are innovators, self-starters and creators in their own-rights. They left their named imprinted foot marks on our planet way before I even existed.  

That they span me their historical tune which I played to and danced to like in ‘Dancing with Wolves’ and held on with pride for years; the lessons of ‘musts’ and should’.  The moral of the story based on my own perspective of ‘Dancing with Wolves,’ is that Kevin Costner (main character of the movie) stepped out of his comfort zone, challenged his inherited narrative’s and learnt how to live another way, the Sioux way which added more value and meaning to his life. 

If I had been listening hard enough. My ancestor’s true narratives would playout as follows:

  • Learn from our lessons, of how hard life was like for us and how we overcame hardships and barriers in life.  
  • Learn from our successes and not from our failures
  • We have paved the way for you, in order to make your life just a little bit easier, in order for you to achieve much greater and for the greater good
  • We left this world without any of our monetary, or materialist achievements.

Lessons learnt so far:
  • By mirroring inherited narrative’s, one can become complacent and too comfortable with life
  •  Inherited narratives are safer than facing up to one’s true potential
  • FEAR, is what stops us from truly actualising our true potential; is it easier to see achievements in materialistic form, rather than seeing ourselves (the me or I, as solely the achiever or successor).
  • Giving and adding value in another person’s life, does not need to come in the shape of materialistic or momentary value

The answer to the familiar strangers question by the way, I concluded was FEAR. 

Fear and my inherited subconscious narratives made me feel secure, like a baby's blanket.

Now I have no choice, and have be pushed to let go at no feel free will. I now longer have a comfy cushion to safely boost me into the land of the unknown. I am now confronted face to face with my FEAR and to living in the NOW. For, demain n'existe plus pour moi’

That indeed is the challenge in life, throwing oneself in the dark without a moral compass, only to resurface as an innovator, a creator and as an entrepreneur. This is the when one can actually, truly start living and be in the position to give back in abundance and add value in other people’s lives’ today and for future generations.


 Thinking of the loss today of a loved Young Malawi Man
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Friday, 6 May 2016

What If I Told You That....



 What I told you that....

A few weeks ago (3 weeks ago to be exact) I lost my sense of purpose?

I lost my WHY and my PURPOSE for being? I lost my driving spirit towards achieving something better and greater for the goodness in life. 

My life, my world suddenly stopped and stood still?  





What if I told you that...
  • I am stuck in a bubble filled with nothingness and emptiness? 
  • I had so many passions and drive which are now foreshadowed by something else. That now, I exist just for the sake of existing and nothing else as I standstill? 
  • My mind has been completely and absolutely blank most days, that I have forgotten what it means to live; to truly live a life. A life I was intended to live with passion, drive and with no regrets 

What if I told you...

  • My life is a blur,  'a grey cloudy blur.' My memory well that's another story for another day. 
  • What if I told you, one of my passions or interests was writing; just writing for the sake of writing and as an outlet for my freedom of expression, only that this is the first I have been able to write with a clear mind 
  • I lost it all completely 
  • I have always been in control of my life and everything around me and now well I have nothing absolutely nothing, 'no control'

What if I told you that...

  • something more powerful and stronger than me took over me and my life whilst I stood still 
  • I put my hands up and finally gave in, with no will, or fight left in me left to fight anymore 

What if I told you that...

  • this is the first time in a few weeks my mind has finally snapped out of 'brain fog,' 
  • I might just be finding life's meaning again and sense of purpose, which at times feels as though it's in arms reach, only I have yet to reach it. 
  • I have become comfortable in being, just being; in being disconnected from it all; external factors that is, including you. 
  • What if I told you, I feel nothing absolutely nothing. As ironic as it may be, I live with chronic pain and fatigue every single day and yet feel nothing, absolutely nothing. 

What if I told you that...

  • everyday I wake up thinking for a few seconds, only for a few seconds that I am finally back to 'normal' (whatever normal is)? 
  • I have grieved the loss of me and I am still caught between reality and world of surrealism 
  • That I am yet to be thankful for being afflicted; I remain in denial and won't accept it 
  • Did I tell you that my soul died a few weeks ago, when I finally was defeated by Fibromyalgia? What I define as the monstrous demon creature without a conscious, or any sense of guilt.  

What if I told you that 

  • this is my journey and only my journey alone? A journey of discovering the new me in the midst of what feels like turmoil? 
  • I am coming to terms with my new reality of being afflicted? Would you stop offering me advise, alternative medication, supplements, promises of cures and miracles, and stop saying everything will be fine if I, if I just take this, or take that, or if I stop this, or that, or if just. Would you just be there for me instead and ride this journey with me? 
What if I told you that...

  •  being inflicted has caused me to stand still for a reason, to stop and stand still, even if I do not understand my WHY and purpose for BEING yet?

  •  so many people do not have the opportunity to stop and be still, to reflect even if it means only for a little and to be comfortable with doing nothing?

  • stopping just for a little while makes you appreciate life more and it's meaning? 
  • you do not have to wait to experience suffering and affliction before you can do something more meaningful and valuable in your life? 

What if I ask you now what your WHY or REASON FOR BEING is? you know? 

Do you feel like you are embracing your WHY and REASON FOR BEING fully each day? 

What if I told you, and I just have told you. 

Would it matter at all

Fibromyalgia Awareness Month #Fibrofighers

Although I have stood still for a little while, just for a little while longer than expected,
Today is my first step of trailing back yet again to my life purpose -my WHY and REASON FOR BEING  
-raison d'ĂȘtre

Tuesday, 15 March 2016

This Thing Called Fi-bro-my-algia

Last week the name Fibromyalgia, or its definition did not exist in my everyday language or vocabulary.

Sure I heard the word before, I knew it was a condition of some sort. I never bothered to look into, because it was just one of those news words I heard at the time and thought how interesting but was never curious enough to search further to find out what it actually meant.

Let’s rewind the clock back to about three years ago

Three years ago, I had ‘symptoms’ what could be classed as generalised symptoms without any concrete, or tangible  foundations. At first, for all I knew it could have been Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD), or the ‘getting older syndrome much more sensitive to the cold and more tired than usual syndrome.’

No that was not it.

Goodness I was still young. I knew something was changing. At first I brushed the symptoms off as something that would soon wear off

Then it was the countless and endlessness trips to the GP Surgery- where my appointments became let’s figure out the next missing piece to this jigsaw puzzle

Then I progressed to the stage of becoming my own, ‘specialist Dr,’ for who could understand me, or know me better than myself? I had to take control, and stop feeling vulnerable at the hands of the medical professionals. I had to equip myself with knowledge that made feel empowered enough to articulate what I was feeling. I had to stop this foreign language with Dr's, for this cross purpose dialogue was not getting us anywhere- ‘mind you, we were speaking the same national language’ English.

Then it was onto the recruitment my own Specialist Dr's phase. Lucky me, I soon discovered that each Dr only focused on assessing different functions of the body. Eye's wide open, I learnt there was no single medical professional yet, who could piece all the broken pieces of me together back again. Mon Deau

So it was either the Arthritis, Gluten Intolerance, Thyroid suspected problems, or something Autoimmune related.  All diagnosed and assessed separately.

Moving onto the next stage, it even get's better. It was the, wait a minute stage, “all your blood tests are normal”- so everything must be okay with you. So if everything is okay with you, ‘say’s one medical professional indirectly pointing towards my head.’ Never felt so insulted in my life, “so it must be my imagination, or that my head is not okay, or are you trying to imply that I have a mental health condition?  Nothing wrong being assessed as having a mental health condition, but this is not what I am have spent nearly 30mins of my time describing to you…

You will excuse me, for a second. I may just need to take a minute to scream, yell out my frustrations and anger. Breathe and relax and exhale. For I could possibly not do so and 'act out of character.’ I would only be defeating my own solo-cause and be pulled out in a stray jacket.

Fast forward to today, to this exact moment.  I almost want to wear a bright sign, or a t-shirt with a bright red label to my next GP appointment which says, ‘TOLD YOU SO.’ Off course I would not so... I am better than that. Instead, I decided to take control and now I am seeing a GP who actually listens… Thank you

So let’s rewind back again to last week…

So last week Fi-bro-my-algia, Fibromyalgia now I can pronounce the name fully and even spell it. Fibromyalgia has became my daily vocabulary following medicals tests, after watching countless you-tube videos and undertaking google searches to learn what this condition was all about.

As I entered the hospital little did I know that I would soon be planted with a scarlet letter. I was given a number, told to walk through multiple doors to the Rheumatology unit. For some reason it was coloured coded yellow, whether that means anything or not – who knows? Only my wondering thoughts at the time, as I walked the green mile down the endless corridor   

As soon as entered through the doors with the number and colour code, I knew this was my final destination. There was a box in front of me, in which I was to throw my number, mixed in with the rest of the patient’s numbers in the waiting room.

I wondered how the medical professionals would be able to identify my number if we were all given the number (1) and same colour code. It downed on me, we were all there with pre-determined and similar medical assessments. The only things that distinguished us all, was that we were called out by the nurse-one by one by our individual names…

As I sat down and looked around me, everyone else looked much older than me. ‘I shouldn’t be here, not yet, everyone else looks so much older than me.’ ---thoughts running through my mind yet again. Well guess what there is no number, or age to distinguish, or exempt anyone from this condition. 

Another layer of reality kicked in with a dose of a bitter pill  

The ‘Medical Specialist’ completed his pain assessments tests by the book. First came out the all familiar words again, ‘your blood tests results appear to be normal with a few minor concerns.’ My heart nearly sunk again, for which other specialist medical professional would I need to search for?

Only this time around it was a different outcome. Turns out, I have Fibromyalgia, I passed all the pain point’s tests; according to the specialist and the patient brochure I was handed- all the 18-20 points on my body ached. I ached where I didn’t even know the pain existed before.

I feel like I should get a medal, or something for passing this test- Unfortunately not the case.

So now I have a name to the endless, countless painful, soul and physically destroying symptoms

So now I have a name … do I feel better? Is my nightmare over?  

I now have a name and my reality is now only sinking in

I am told there is definitely no magic cure, the only treatment is pain relief plus the added extra recommendations to ease the symptoms

Knowing me I will trying almost everything natural and organic for this thing must have stemmed from somewhere in the first place right? Just as it came it will soon disappear with the right treatment right?  

Don’t worry the denial part or phase has already passed

Now it is the taking it all in phase- the condition/syndrome digesting it, day by day and maximising each opportunity and being thankful for what I have got phase- (although I hope it is a forever lasting phase)

Why thankful – I should be screaming, yelling, pulling my hair out, crying countless tears of ‘the why me phase’

Don’t’ worry after all, I am a human being – to not feel any emotion at all is not living in the true sense…

Why thankful- the condition itself is all those turbulent emotions wrapped into one. It (the condition) speaks high volumes on it’s on. When its at its best (or what I call beast mode- pardon my sense of humour), ‘the chronic stage’ – its angry rage already does all those things (unravels all it raging emotions), without me needing to be an active participant.  All my freedom and liberties of expressions are taken away- I am bound by the beast until it subsides again

Thankful because today is a good day – thankful for I am learning to store my energy for today for a rainy.

Thankful even though the challenges and loss of certain abilities that I can still articulate my feelings, walk, write, manage to eat, do everything else even if it’s achieved in small stages  

Thankful for I have been able to stop and stay still from all the madness and crazy busyness of this word – of being wrapped up in the nothingness of it all and to actually appreciate each day

Thankful for I have learnt to be patient and to break down my goals into a few manageable minutes- routine has become my habit which when I had the capability to do I did not utilise

Thank for I allow myself to be and ride through the motions and allow myself to stop.

Are there some days where I feel like kicking and screaming, hell yes... I am only human right? Thankful for that too; ) Only better to focus my brain and in making myself "Limitless," like Matt Lloyd. After-all now I have the time to focus on myself right? 

Moral of this Real Narrative? 

Value what you have today, take it all in, use 'it' (you) to the best of your abilities. Achieve something meaningful enough each day, but not to the detriment of losing yourself completely.  Later is procrastination and tomorrow never comes...  



Friday, 11 March 2016

Fear of Success

Fear of Success what does it feel like?


It feels like an uncomfortable gut feeling - a queasy type of feeling, anxiety ridden feeling, which can make you feel like your stomach is churning uncontrollably. 


It is like that feeling of being on a roller coaster; before it is about to drop off into oblivion. You close your eyes  and hope only for it not to be a crush landing just before you jump into nothingness


It is this feeling of like a huge bubble is going to burst, but you do not want it to burst just yet -not now and not in front of everyone. You wonder what if everyone notices, how embarrassing it would be.


 Is it the fear of others seeing and knowing; knowing only you, as you truly are and were meant to be. 


It is the fear of what could be, all the possibilities you have dreamt of 


The potential to be great, the 'free lifestyle' that you secretly crave, because you know you were meant to be so much more. You secretly know that you could contribute so much more in this world 


It is the overwhelming fear of letting go, off the 'false sense of security' you have been holding onto for a long long time. Only you and I know that the 'your false sense of security,' does not fulfil you and only makes you miserable 


 It is the overwhelming fear of 'what if it actually happens,' the what if 'I actually succeed,' then what?


Just the thought of visualising success brings a sense of overwhelming fear


Fear of success ....


It is the endless doubts of oneself, the what if 'I am not good enough,' 


It is the the endless questioning of oneself, the 'it is only me, who in the world would want to see, hear or listen to me'? 


Overcoming the fear, self-doubts is like climbing Mount Everest and never getting to the peak, each time you climb halfway and end up back at the bottom




It is only when you finally reach the peak after overcoming all the obstacles of YOU, that you realise 'what the heck was I worried about after-all.' This is the stage of being on a Healthier High of 'I No Longer Care Cure'

When you finally reach the peak, you have reached the stage of embracing you and accepting you, for just being you. You reach the stage of valuing you with extra confidence that YES there are individuals out there (even if it's 1 or 2 and not millions) who truly value the message and skills you have to share


Once you cross the 'OTHER SIDE,' of FEAR you realise that your fear was only imaginary 


You realise that the FEAR, only kept you away from you. Kept you away from maximising your true potential 


You realise, 'your false sense of security,' was after-all ridiculous and absurd. That is the absurdity of life


In the words of  Albert Camus, "Life is Absurd, Rebel, Live, and Try To Die Happy" 


WELCOME  to the world of the NEW YOU - that means you have crossed over that peak. Now you know what it feels like and there is NO STOPPING YOU and even better no looking back. 

If you have not crossed over yet to the new you- WHAT IS STOPPING YOU?


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Saturday, 13 February 2016

NEW YOU_'CARPE DIEM'

Blink again and it will be 2017  

I am not one to create new years resolutions. Are you?

Rather I try as much as possible to live each day by maximising on my true potential 

Each day, mind you comes with its on challenges, but that's what makes life exciting 

I will admit that one of the things I never did, but now do is keep A MUST DO list . Mainly a list of things that I need to achieve on a daily, weekly or monthly basis

"My mind does not function well with lists ,"(that's what I used to tell myself), 

I used to jot a list of things down once, that I wanted to achieve in journal. Close the journal and retain my to do list in my mind. I am more of a visual person, once I write something I tend to remember things visually and tick the list off mentally one by one ....


The only downside to my old habits was not be able to creat a consistent path to achieving my goals much faster.  Also I would at times become overwhelmed by goals I needed to achieve. 


So overwhelmed that I ended up doing nothing and watched each day passby 

My current routine: 
Flip charts, visual boards (my favourite), calendars, reminders. .. the works,  I have gone all out

The moment I walk into my creative space in my home, I have confronted with my goals starring straight at me at me (visual boards). I hold myself accountable

What I have learnt this past year: 
  • One of the key things I learnt this year is that people live in a box the majority of their life and die in a box. We are attuned to living other people's lives whether it be via watching, 'celebs' on TV, Friends on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, the list could go on..
  • the saddest thing is that people leave this world with all their talents and life’s passions  buried away forever never to be retrieved again. 
  • I have learnt that it is a must to follow one’s PASSION in life… rather than waiting for opportunities to come knocking at one's door. To take a moment to reflect on what makes you happy in life, what you define as your PASSION in life!!! Once you know what your passion in life is, creativity will flow freely


 I have learnt that we each have a special message to share with the world.  Wouldn't  it be rather unfortunate not share who we are, what our skills and talents are?  


There is always someone at least one or more individuals who could benefit from us, sharing our skills. We could potentially be helping someone to become unstuck in their life. 

By not sharing we are depriving others the opportunity to ease their burdens.

What you have learnt so far in life is of value and sufficient enough to help someone else …. 

There is no such thing as being perfect, for we learn through mistakes in order to create something great 

Most of us carry our key skills in everyday life, and do it through autopilot without even realising how much we are contributing in other people’s lives

Now just imagine if you could fine tune your key magic skills right now. Imagine how many people you could help?  

This is the key to life, actualising one’s potential by doing so, you help others along the way

To end,  I write because I chose a few years ago unknowingly, to not live life in a box. I chose not to sit back and admire only how well others were doing 

I continue to learn each day and challenge myself, knowing at times I crave to be lazy; when those moments creep in I allow myself to be.. then I dive back again to excelling into living.

I would say it does not come easy, especially like me if you have experienced various extraordinary challenges in life. The extraordinary experiences become my fuel and drive to value and appreciate what I have got now. To do better and not take life for  granted 

Finally, there is no such thing as someone being more intelligent in a skill  

It is only through consistent practice, dedication, drive and through fine tuning of our intuition/life passions that we become knowledgeable and intelligent. We become part of the inner circle of MASTERMINDS

It is better to be surrounded by people who will positively encourage you to pursue your dreams. People who share similar passions in life, so when the tough gets going, you are able to tap into their energy to keep you going 

I have learnt to continuously surround myself with achievers- people who have actualised their true potential and living their lives they way they wish to live 


Here is to you and to actualising your life's passions in 2016 and beyond 

CARPE DIEM 







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Friday, 15 January 2016

How Do I Write A Memorial Message?

How does one even begin to write

How can I even put it into words 

How can I even consider it 

Here we are, a year on and yet it feels like yesterday 

Sat here with a notepad ... I am meant to be writing a message; a message for your memorial 

How do I write about you in the past tense 

How do I write about you only in memory 

What do I write?  For I have no words, it all feels too raw and surreal still 

It all feels like a joke, at some point now I just think someone will snap me back into reality and tell me it was all a dream 

For how can I even start to contemplate a sweet and caring angel like you, my angel not being here in this world? 

Everytime I start to scribble something my mind draws a blank 

Instead  pain creeps in, memories of you one by one flood in

My mind, my mind only re-opens yet another deep wound another window of memories of you 

See these memories of you and I were suppressed for a while,  for you were not meant to be a memory 

To visualise or think of those memories would definitely mean that more flood gates and wounds that cut deep would re-open 

How can I write about you, as a memory?  

For you were never to meant to  

You were never meant to depart 

You were never meant to die so young

I shall continue loving you still and deeply plus infinity 

CFM 

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