Physical distancing, Social Togetherness #LockDownSA Day 16

Day 16 LockDown

11 April 2020

1934 cases
Recovered: 410 (not sure if this number is accurate)
Deceased: 24

I found this circle diagram online, and it immediately resonated with me. One of the reasons I studied psychology, eventually NLP and became a lifecoach, is because I firmly believe that our reality is based on choice. The way we perceive the world around us, the “lens” through which we choose to view the world, ultimately determine our experience and our outcomes.

For instance, I read an interesting illustration that might explain this all better. There’s an old story about two boys who had a father who was an alcoholic. They grew into young men. One son became an alcoholic. “What choice do I have?” he said. “My father is an alcoholic.” The other son never touched a drop of alcohol. “How could I?” he said. “Look what it did to my father.”

There is probably a number of lessons that can be learnt from this simple and effective story, but the one that stands out for me is that we all have the power to choose. We may not always be able to control what happens around us, but it is up to us as individuals to choose how it affects us and how we respond. We can’t control the circumstances, but we have total and complete control over our reaction.

I am an adoptive mom of the most amazing twins. I cannot imagine my life without them. Yet, roughly 6-7 years ago I was in the clutches of a very dark depression. I had three miscarriages, and a friend whose support I badly needed at the time, chose to rather leave my employ, take over a number of our clients and open direct opposition to our business, and financially we were in trouble. There was a time when I could not even muster the will to get out of bed in the mornings. There was just no point. The black dog was my constant companion, and it cast a shadow over everything I wanted to do. I eventually accepted a job with a national corporate to help our company survive, just for another friend for whom I organised a position with the same company to aim for my position and cause me to lose this job. Just a year before all this, I was in Egypt, completing my Master NLP qualification. Newly qualified, I felt that I was supposed to “know it all” and set an example. There was this constant nagging little inner voice berating me all the time for just not being able to drag myself up by the bootstraps and snap out of this. I had all the knowledge, just not the ability.

It took time. A lot of time, a lot of healing, and constant persistent daily choices of how I was going to act or respond. Some days were really bad, some were better. I grieved for my miscarried babies, for lost friends, for unexpected betrayals, for our limping marriage, for our crippled company. This journey is different for every person. And it is really important that we always remember this. No matter what your journey is, or where you are in your life, no two people walk the same road. Just because I am able to function and run a business in the middle of my tsunami, doesn’t mean another person with the same circumstances, is able to. Even my “ability to function” is questionable sometimes – there are still some days that I find it hard to motivate myself. In my case, I have a self-motivation centered around the good old carrot and stick. If I achieve my goals that I am supposed to, I can reward myself. If not, I take away a reward. It also helps in a way that I have so many people and their families dependent on me. If I don’t do what I am supposed to, it impacts so many more people than just my little family.

Now, with Covid19, and everything that is happening in the world around us, it is even more important to take ownership for our actions and our reactions. Fear is our enemy, it always is. It causes behaviour like selfishness, hoarding, spreading misinformation, acting like a victim and looking where to place the blame. However, it is also dangerous to create a space of guilt, where one causes other people who are in a different space to feel that they are not good enough, or not coping enough. It is so unnecessary and hurtful to say things like, “But I am in the same situation, and look at all that I can do, why can’t you?” It is imperative that we realise every single person in the world right now is doing their utmost every day just to do what they can. People have different coping mechanisms and different reactions. Let’s leave each other be, support where we can, be understanding and share as much care and love as we are able to, if we are able.

Today, and every day, the best tool that I can offer you is gratitude. Gratitude in the face of adversity is so awfully hard, but it is a tool that really works to get an altered mindset, and more specifically, a more positive mindset. I have a gratitude diary, and every day, I try to write 3 – 5 new things that I am grateful for. This is not a guideline. If you cannot write something every day, don’t.

Affirmations and gratitude goes hand in hand, but I personally find that most affirmations tend to backfire. For instance, try and tell yourself in a mirror how wealthy you are, and hear that sabotaging inner voice laughing at you snarkily. Unless you are wealthy, and then good for you. The only affirmation that I find works for me, and works believably well, is Emile Coue’s “Every day in every way I am getting better and better.” Take that, snarky inner voice! Not much you can say about that! Because after all, it is up to me how I get better, and in what way, every day. My choice, my ownership, my responsibility.

Physical distancing, Social Togetherness #LockDownSA Day 10

Day 10 LockDown

5 April 2020

1585 cases
Recovered: 45
Deceased: 9

Sunday bloody Sunday. Our first double digits official lockdown day, and a new week ahead that we have to face several business challenges, both for us and for our clients.

I take my hat off to journalists, I myself worked as a journalist for years, and I know how tough the job is. But today I can only shake my head at some of the most irresponsible journalism ever. The biggest Afrikaans newspaper, Rapport, screamed in massive block letters on its front page that lockdown could be extended to four months. Really, Rapport, really? In a time where people are terrified as it is. If this was hard news based on an official announcement by our government – you know what, of course, go for it. But most of the article is idle speculation fuelled by theories on what ifs and this might happens.

I have never seen our Rand perform so dismally against the dollar. Today is a bit better than yesterday, with the graph straightening a bit and not just shooting upwards, but at R19.05 to the dollar, this spells a lot of uncertainty for our imports market. South Africa relies heavily on imported manufactured goods. And with Covid-19, we desperately need medical supplies and equipment from China to support our medical teams and support personnel.

There is also some really good news. Our 2019-2020 National Crime Statistics are yet to be officially released, however, during an analysis of crime from the first week of the lockdown, compared to the same period last year, this morning (5 April), Police Minister General Bheki Cele confirmed a very welcome decrease of serious crimes during lockdown:

  • Murder cases have dropped from 326 to 94
  • Rape cases have dropped from 699 to 101
  • Cases of assault with intent to inflict grievous bodily harm dropped from 2 673 to 456 case
  • Trio crimes (which include carjackings, house robberies and business robberies) dropped from 8 853 to 2 098.
    There is also a very welcome decrease in lockdown-related complaints.

Amidst all this uncertainty, we had a pretty relaxed Sunday here in the city of George. Our streets have never been quieter. We started our day with the longest bath ever. Every single bath duck had to be bathed and squeezed and lined up. It is such a privilege that my children enjoy having a bath with their mommy. We pottered around in the kitchen, and I taught the world’s most amazing twins how to make Chicken Biryani and Naan bread. We danced to a track list on Spotify, and when we were done, the kitchen looked as if a flour factory exploded in there. But we had fun, and most of all, the twins are having fun. I do not know how much of all of this they will remember, but what they do remember, I want them to remember with fondness and nostalgia, not fear and uncertainty. I never know when the next last will show up, so I try to make each moment last. I don’t remember the last time I could pick up both of them at the same time, or the last time they asked for a night bottle. Or the last time I changed a nappy (not missing those, but just sayin’) My mommy heart cringes every time I see how much bigger they are getting.

There is a bit of unnecessary whininess on the book of the face about people posting lists of questions and playing games, and how frivolous all of this seems in the midst of all this disaster. I remember reading that when the Titanic sank, the band continued playing. People need distraction when their world collapses. What does it matter really what people do to distract themselves during this time? Some of the questionnaires and tags are fun, and we all get to know each other a bit more. My blog title for during this time and this series: Physical Distancing, Social Togetherness, is exactly about this. Yes, we need to physically maintain distance from each other, but with all the technology we have today, there is no reason to distance ourselves socially. We can chat online, message via several apps, converse on our social media platforms, share, learn, like, comment, debate – it doesn’t matter. Stay involved and be part of the online community. Besides, I’ll rather complete a questionnaire or post a mysterious phrase on my wall than read the absolute hogwash that is coming out of the keyboards of some of the sheeple out there.

This is seriously what Facebook sounds like at the moment. And I am over it. If you read my blog and you support the way out there conspiracies that are floating around the cyber social space at the moment, kindly get yourself out of my world. You become the people you associate with most, and I fear that my own intelligence might take a dive just by association.

Anyway, no more doom and gloom for me today. I have a date planned in my bed, with some hot cross buns and hot tea and a book (don’t judge). I conclude with a fun interview I had with the twins today – even I didn’t expect some of the answers. Perhaps try these questions with your kiddoes. See, the social media questionnaires aren’t all bad *wink, wink

** CHILD INTERVIEW **
Ask your child these questions and write their
EXACT response.

Interview with Alice & James

1. What’s your name? Giggles Alice/Jamesie

2. How old are you? 5 years old (both) and no, they are 4 years old

3. How old is your mom? Both: 8 (aren’t they just too adorable 😂😂)

4. What’s your favourite color? Alice: Pink/James: Red

5. What’s your favourite food? Alice: Sweeties/James: Pizza

6. Who’s your best friend? Alice: Janie/James: Wandle

7. What’s your favourite song? James: The Fire and the Lion (It’s Katy Perry’s Roar)/Alice: Let it go

8. What do you like to watch on TV? Alice: Barbie and the Dreamhouse/James: Power Rangers

9.What’s your favorite animal? James: Lion/Alice: a horse, a horse!!

10. What makes you happy? James: Bicycle/Alice: my dollies

11. Where’s your favorite place to go? Alice: the mall/James: John Dory’s

12. What do you want to be when you grow up? Alice: A mommy/James: A daddy

13. What does mommy do all day? Go to work and take us to school and come and fetch us

14. What are you scared of? James: A monster/ Alice: A bee

15 Where does money come from? Both: from the shop

16. Where did you come from? Both: from my house

Bent but not broken

I have not written anything in almost a year. Yes, there has been the odd brief content churn-out for a client, or the usual mundane social media updates. But I have not written a blog or a diary entry in almost a year. I have felt empty, uninspired, unable to talk past the dark dark hurt.

So why am I returning to my old blog site now? I don’t really know. I think that maybe my story would reach someone else who has walked a similar path. Maybe our journey would inspire someone else not to give up.

The yearning to be a parent never fully goes away. It is that constantly present “at the back of your mind” awareness. It is that heartache when you see families with children everywhere, really EVERWHERE, you go. It is the understanding that nobody is actively trying to hurt you when they give you a baby to hold.

We have had three miscarriages and we are now in the process of adopting. Our parenthood journey has not been an easy one. Our marriage took some knocks, but we weathered the storm.

After months and months of paperwork, we now know that we are not paedophiles (yay!) and we don’t have criminal records (double yay). We also know that we are of sound mind and we are pretty mentally ok. Hopefully soon we will be the proud and happy parents of our little girl, and all this would have been worth it.

I want to share some of what we have been going through on this blog. Please feel free to comment/ask questions/interact with me. I will answer where I can, and hopefully what we have been through will help more people traversing the same rocky path.

Please feel free to join my coaching page on facebook: https://www.facebook.com/chrysalisnlp. Let’s stay in touch.

When charity destroys dignity

I’m borrowing the title for my blog post from a well-known book: When Charity destroys Dignity – Glenn Schwartz. Although my post will be very different from the tone of the book (I read it and found it overbearing and difficult to process, but the title is certainly very striking and appropriate).

My husband and I work with a group of impoverished people in the Garden Route. These people are from all walks of life, and have one thing in common – poverty. Every day is a struggle for basic needs. Things we take for granted. Money for prepaid electricity, where the next meal comes from, warmth in winter and shelter at all times.

Our organisation is called Heavenly Haven, and we have a fairly updated facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/havenheavenly. We post regular updates on what we do and what we need. And daily we are confronted by an overwhelming awareness that what we are doing isn’t even minimising the tip of the iceberg.

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We love doing what we do, and we love seeing the smiles on especially the children’s faces when we arrive with food, clothes, toys – things that children should have.

And this brings me to the topic of this blog. Today one of my moms contacted me about her own father. He is in his late fifties, and he sleeps on a collection of crates in a small boarded room. She washes his clothes, and see his underwear crumble to rags in her hands. Her appeal to me was shy and tentative – she didn’t know how to ask.

I was asked for nappies by a mom who has a 2-month old baby. Again – not a demand. A shy appeal for help for her child.

A grandmother approached us and asked if we could help her with a set of teeth – she has a toothless, friendly smile. And again – it took her weeks to get the courage together to ask.

Our impoverished families have another trait in common – pride. These are ordinary people, with ordinary lives. They have ordinary needs, and are not used to asking for and accepting help. Often, especially our older people, they will rather starve than ask for food.

We must reach out in a loving way that preserves the dignity of people less fortunate than us. Our approach cannot be higher-handed or “know-it-all”. We must change our thinking so that our approach is almost from a heart who is blessed with the opportunity to be of service.

Heavenly Haven has many needs. We cannot look after our families on our own. We need food, we need clothes, we need willing hands to help, but above all, we need humble hearts who want to give with love.