INSPIRATION

 
                                    THE WEIGHT OF A GLASS. 

                      

                  The weight of a glass. 

                         There’s always room for a story that can
                             transport people to another place.”
                                                       ―J.K. Rowling

Let me distract you for a moment and tell you a short stories.
This is an old story – maybe familiar.  The people and the circumstances differ slightly for everyone who tells them, but the core lessons remain the same.
I hope the twist I've put on it here inspires you to think differently…
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Once upon a time a psychology professor walked around on a stage while teaching stress management principles to an auditorium filled with students.  As she raised a glass of water, everyone expected they’d be asked the typical “glass half empty or glass half full” question.  Instead, with a smile on her face, the professor asked, “How heavy is this glass of water I’m holding?”
Students shouted out answers ranging from eight ounces to a couple pounds.
She replied, “From my perspective, the absolute weight of this glass doesn’t matter.  It all depends on how long I hold it.  If I hold it for a minute or two, it’s fairly light.  If I hold it for an hour straight, its weight might make my arm ache a little.  If I hold it for a day straight, my arm will likely cramp up and feel completely numb and paralyzed, forcing me to drop the glass to the floor.  In each case, the weight of the glass doesn’t change, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it feels to me.”
As the class shook their heads in agreement, she continued, “Your stresses and worries in life are very much like this glass of water.  Think about them for a while and nothing happens.  Think about them a bit longer and you begin to ache a little.  Think about them all day long, and you will feel completely numb and paralyzed – incapable of doing anything else until you drop them.”
The moral:  It’s important to remember to let go of your stresses and worries.  No matter what happens during the day, as early in the evening as you can, put all your burdens down.  Don’t carry them through the night and into the next day with you.  If you still feel the weight of yesterday’s stress, it’s a strong sign that it’s time to put the glass down.  .
 


To my judgmental mum living next door.

Dear Judgemental Mom,
Just stop already.
Stop telling me how to raise my child.
Stop telling me how to feed my child.
Stop telling what to feed my child.
Stop questioning my parenting choices.
Stop comparing my kid to yours.
Stop scrunching up your nose at my parenting methods.I feed my child white sugar, you feed yours honey. It doesn’t mean your child will grow up healthier or smarter than mine.
Your child weighs twice of what my child weighs at the same age. It doesn’t mean your child is healthier or grows better. You might want to watch that though; he might just be obese.
Your child can recite the encyclopedia off hand while my kid is still learning his nursery rhymes. All the best. They will meet at the Nigerian law school exams; I’m betting on my kid.
Your kid is happy to cuddle up with you 24/7, and falls asleep to bedtime stories. Congratulations. Mine however is friendly with strangers and has an in-explainable energy level. He will not fall asleep until you confine him to his bed and put out the lights.
I let my kid roll on the grass and play rough outdoor. You hole up your kid in his tiny bedroom. Do not even dare try to insinuate that I am a bad mother. I am not judging your choices (even if I do not agree with them). So, why judge me?
So, just stop already. Raise your child and I’ll raise mine. 5+5=10, so is 6+4 and 8+2, even 9+1. As long as we all raise physically, emotionally, spiritually and intellectually sound kids, the world is a better place.
Yours sincerely,
The Mom next door,





  Becoming self confident is never a days job, I remember years back when I was so shy I could even tell people my name when I was asked, reasons been that the name CHIDINMA sounded too old fashioned to me, I wish I bore a name like Jenifer, cythia.,clara and the likes . I would never walk home on my own,  I always needed company. I acted in so many weird  ways am not too proud of today.I lost so many chances to represent my school in competitions even when I knew I had the capability, only if I could turn back the hands of time.
       So one day someone walked up to me and asked . " what's your name " .I wanted to tell a lie but I resisted and replied "Chidinma sir " . He turned to me and this was the response I got,' thats a nice name you've got there ' .
I was startled,  I kept asking myself how could this be..but the goodnews was that right from that day I started getting comfortable with my name.I felt more free introducing myself in public. That was how it started for me, gradually I passed it on to other aspect of my life.  I read alot of books about confidence.one that did a lot of good. Was building self confidence by Mark Anastasi.
   To be continued. Stay tuned.