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

Physical distancing, Social Togetherness #LockDownSA Day 9

Day 9 LockDown

4 April 2020

1505 cases
Recovered: 31
Deceased: 7

Family. To me, I am torn between absolutely loving the quality time I spend with my twins, and feeling guilty because I am not working as hard as I usually do. We spent today in definite weekend-mode. After breakfast (I thought I’d spoil them with a different take on egg, but nooooo – the response was: Are you sure this is eggy, Mommy?) I spent some time in my home office in the morning, getting work done, and then I made sure to just spend the rest of the day with Alice and James, asking them what they want and what they want to do.

We ended up painting and doing crafts for a bit. I hurt my ankle, so Dad had to do a grocery run for us. It is still the same injury from earlier in the year, but Alice dropped a full 2 litre bottle of Oros on my foot by accident this morning. I had to ice it most of the day and keep it rested.

The afternoon was dedicated to making homemade pizza with my tried and tested favourite base recipe and a movie marathon: no surprise there. Frozen II and The Emoji Movie. I think I can recite entire excerpts of dialogue flawlessly from either of these (any many more like them).

The sheer routine of the day and the continued laughter from the twins are keeping me from freaking out. The news is so very very negative out there. People are busy going batshit crazy – there is really no other way to describe it. Apparently in the UK people are burning cellphone towers because they think there is a link between 5G and the CoronaVirus. Closer to home, apparently the mass evacuation of SA townships is imminent, in an effort to stop the spread of the virus. I do a lot of community upliftment work, and I remember the battle that was lost when we tried to convince residents living in a flood-risk area near Kleinbrak to relocate to new RDP houses in a safer area. They wanted none of it.

I read this essay online today – it is a very interesting read, and certainly makes me think about what we are doing:

*Protagoras Paradox*
Over 2000 years ago, in Greece, there was a lawyer named Protagoras. A young student, Euathlus, requested to apprentice under him, but was unable to pay the fees. The student struck a deal saying, “I will pay your fee the day I win my first case in the court”. Teacher agreed. When the training was complete and a few years had elapsed without the student paying up, the teacher decided to sue the student in the court of law.
The teacher thought to himself: ‘If I win the case, as per the law, the student will have to pay me, as the case is about non-payment of dues. And if lose the case, the student will still have to pay me, because he would have won his first case. Either way I will get paid’.
The student’s view was, ‘If I win the case, I won’t have to pay the teacher, as the case is about my non-payment of fees. And if I lose the case, I don’t have to pay him since I wouldn’t have won my first case yet. Either way I will not pay the teacher.’
This is known as Protagoras Paradox, whichever way you look both have equally convincing arguments, one can go either way in supporting the teacher or the student and would not be wrong.
Those of us in medical practice often come across such situations, either in making a diagnostic or therapeutic decision. One physician can recommend a course of treatment based on scientific evidence and another can recommend a diametrically opposite course again based on medical evidence. Right or wrong, some merit would exist on both sides. Often the physician himself is having an internal struggle to make a decision about the most appropriate course of action, Protagoras & Euathlus are arguing in his mind, to do this or to do that. The horns of dilemma are tearing him apart.

But what prompted this essay was a tweet by Donald Trump, ‘hope the cure is not worse than the disease’. I hate to say it, but I find some merit in this tweet. In our global attempt to flatten the COVID curve, I hope we do not flatten the global economy curve. The question is what’s the best way forward. One group recommends ‘total lockdown’ to break the transmission chain, based on evidence from China, they managed to control the spread of the virus by ruthless lock down and 3 months later they are showing that disease is controlled in Wuhan. On the other hand, the other school of thought is graded isolation & protection of elderly and very young and those with co-morbidities, let it spread amongst the young and healthy, after all the disease ultimately will be controlled when we achieve ‘herd immunity’. The medical community is divided in these two groups. To enforce complete lockdown or Graded isolation?
To complicate the issue the epidemiologists have joined the bandwagon with cacophony of statistical analysis. From Rosy to Dooms day predictions. If we don’t do a complete lockdown then a million people will die in 1 year. No, say some, more like 90 million will die in 1 year. Whose data analysis is correct? Some suggest doing nothing, nature will take over in a few months and all will be well, they quote historical data to justify their recommendations. On whose inputs should we base our disaster management strategy?
Then come the economists with their doomsday predictions. If this continues till May our medical resources will be overwhelmed, agriculture will suffer, food shortages will occur, production will come to a standstill. There will be an economic crisis of the proportions the world has not seen ever. So, break this lockdown nonsense and let’s get back to work as usual.

What will our political masters do? My guess is they will listen to medical experts, epidemiologists & economists. Then they will decide what course of action will ensure their survival, what will get them people’s votes and they will run with that. At present ‘Lockdown” finds favour with them. Boris in the UK had to abandon the recommendations of the medical community about graded response, because the people’s perception became that our Government is not doing enough to protect us citizens. That means revolt against him. So, screw it, lets go with total lockdown if that’s what the people want. Gradually people will get tired of lockdown and demand- let life go on. Then with equally convincing arguments the governments will say the time has now come to lift the blockade, we have controlled the contagion, we have won. Unfortunately, the costs in either case will be huge, both lives and money!

Incidentally the Protagoras Paradox has not been resolved to date. Students in Law school still hold mock trials and give arguments on both sides. With out any resolution of the dispute.

I give up – I can make no sense of what is happening in the world right now. Perhaps Wonder Woman is right: only love can truly save the world.

 

Physical distancing, Social Togetherness #LockDownSA Day 8

Day 8 LockDown

3 April 2020

1462 cases
Recovered: 31
Deceased: 5

When lockdown started, we were already as a family semi-locked down. The schools closed a couple of days before, and I stayed away from public spaces and with the twins as much as possible. It seems like so far ago, and I remember getting my mindset all optimistic and positive about all the unfinished projects that we can finally complete. New hobbies to tackle, maybe learn a new language. An opportunity for mental self-enrichment and positive change.

Although we’ve done some of these, for instance I’ve become pretty proficient at crocheting circle boleros, and have made two child-sized ones already since lockdown, we’ve done some craft activities, we finally got rid of a massive and very ugly cement fountain in the middle of the staircase (next to it, like an atrium), I’m getting pretty creative in the kitchen as well, surpassing even my own expectations, it still feels as if we’re treading water. Or treading molasses. With no land in sight. Today again there was mention of maybe extending lockdown.

This morning, as I tried to figure out how to use a never before used and several years old Kenwood Mickey Mouse Slush Puppy maker (I have no idea why we own it, why we bought it, and can for the life of me not remember wanting something so frivolous in my kitchen), I was feeling an overwhelming wave of hopelessness. It is a stupid little machine, and really does not seem all that hard to figure out, but it hit me right between the eyes that there is nobody I could quickly call and ask to come over to show me. I looked online, and there was for once not one helpful video on YouTube. Eventually I figured out how to take the lid off, I chucked some ice cubes into the cavity, added some red food colouring, pressed a button, and added a couple of spoons of Oros to the shavings that came out to vaguely resemble the twins’ favourite order at John Dory’s. Needless to say, they loved it. I feel as if I survived a boxing match. Never promise children anything if you are not 100% sure you can deliver – a lesson I keep on learning.

Yesterday was a tough day for me. I write these blogs in the morning (sort of an eat that frog thing), which means I look back on a day before mostly. My mother, with whom I only recently reconciled, was admitted to hospital for a biopsy from her left breast. And with all the backlog on Covid-19 tests, apparently she’ll only have her results in two to three weeks. My mother was supposed to come and visit us now, during Easter, and obviously the lockdown put a stop to that. She had a stroke a couple of weeks ago, and my brother called me in an absolute state. It took me a while to just calm him down and explain that a stroke can be managed. The urgent biopsy on top of that was just a bit much for him. He is very close to my mother, always has been. I am the older of the two of us. My mother had undiagnosed postnatal depression when I was born, and it was tough being raised by her. There was a lot of abuse and rejection, and I was semi-removed from her care and put in the school hostel during the week at the age of 10, and eventually completely removed and taken to a different town altogether when I turned 15. Social Services was involved for most of my life as a child, either to feed us, give us clothes, provide counselling or take care of me until the day I turned 18. My mother seems not to remember much of those years, and I have moved on. Life is short, and we can either let our past overwhelm us, or we can learn from it.

Last night I had an overwhelming urge to watch a couple of natural disaster movies. We ended up watching The Day After Tomorrow, and 2012. Suddenly the premise of these movies seemed very real to me. I never before this virus thought that a government official would actually in real life say something like: This would never happen to us. This is happening, very much, to all of us. And as a South African, I am proud of the decisive action our President is taking. I have no idea where this action is taking us as a nation, and what it will mean for our business and many other small businesses, but action is better than a head in the sand approach.

Today I am grateful that I am surrounded by so much love. I have made peace with who I am, who I was and my life choices. If given a choice, there is nothing I would do differently in the almost 45 years on this planet – all the actions, all the choices, everything, has made me who I am and brought me to this day. Life has been an interesting ride so far, and if all is not ok, it is definitely not the end yet.

 

Physical distancing, Social Togetherness #LockDownSA Day 7

Day 7 LockDown

2 April 2020

1 380 cases
Recovered: 31
Deceased: 5

Day 7 today, a whole week of the surreal new normal. Sometimes I feel detached, as if I am watching myself in a movie, or if I am having a dream from which I can wake up any minute.

When I studied NLP, one of the basic foundations we were taught, is that it takes 21 days to rewire your brain and your thought patterns. Initial lockdown is planned to be 21 days. I can’t help but wonder what we are going to be like as a people when we emerge from our confinement after all this. What will the changes mean in our actions hereafter?

For me, lockdown is much appreciated extra time with my children and my pets. I have never had the opportunity to just sit with my twins, with nowhere to rush off to, no meeting, no project, no photoshoot, no office. Just sit with them and read, or do an activity. Also my pets – just to share time and love with them. My cats don’t quite know what to do with me around them all day, but my dogs are having a ball.

I find that the office is becoming less and less of a reality. My daughter asked me this morning why I am wearing my sleepy clothes. “It is wakey time, Mommy, you must put on your wakey time dress.” I haven’t worn “wakey time” clothing since I had to go shopping for us for essentials a few days ago. And even then, I just put on what I had to, because I needed to take it off immediately when I got home anyway to sanitise myself before coming into our main living areas.

Work for me now is getting the motivation together to close my home office door so that I can focus as much as I can on whatever my tasks for the day is. I find I have to check a few times to make sure where I am in the week, as the days sort of just flow into each other. I limit my time on social media, because the negativity is deafening. There is nothing I can do about the rule-breakers, I can only focus on doing the best I can to obey the regulations.

I look around me, at the enormous space we have, and I think of how we lived when I grew up. We were two kids and four adults (my mom, my aunt and my grandparents), staying in a two-bedroom flat in someone’s backyard. We were lucky, as the main house’s back gate was our front gate, and we looked upon a street. We shared a bedroom with my mother, and my aunt slept on the couch in the lounge. Sometimes we’d swop if I fell asleep on the couch. Sometimes I just wanted a bit of privacy, and I’d pretend to be asleep. My grandparents would turn the couch around with me on it, so that the back of it was between me and the television set. But I grew up listening to Dallas. I always had a bit of a soft spot for JR Ewing.

Drinking water meant going out to the yard and hanging onto the pump arm. Up and down, up and down, with a trickle of water slowly filling a bucket. Hot water meant a fire in the donkey. It got really really hot, and we learnt quickly not to touch it or go close to it. Cleaning it out the next day before we wanted to take a bath was really a huge mission. Sometimes there would still be glowing red coals. We were not allowed to put water on it, and had to just leave it to cool down naturally.

My grandfather did not handle small spaces well. He’d pace up and down on the sidewalk in front of the gate, singing silly little ditties to pass the time. It irritated my grandmother beyond measure, and she’d call him to come inside repeatedly. He would reluctantly come and sit on his favourite armchair, and call me over to listen to some music with him. Demis Roussos, Bobby Angel, Nana Moskourri – he lovingly handled his records, and allowed me to put them back into their sleeves when done. Sometimes he’d tell us a story, but he would never answer any questions about the war. Those stories were not for children, he insisted. After school came out, we’d run home and sit at his feet and listen to stories on Springbok Radio. My favourite was “Wolwedans in die Skemer”.

Today, when my children want fizzy drinks or coffee, for me it is a no-brainer and an obvious no. Yet, when we grew up, our go-to drinks were either water from the pump outside, or hot coffee from the Hart kettle on the anthracite stove. The coffee was my grandfather’s pride and joy. He’d clean the filter bag once a week, but the rest of the week, the kettle stood in its spot, and the water would just get topped up when it got low, and more and more coffee added to the filter bag. That coffee was strong as anything. Those are the smells I will always associate with my grandfather – Koffiehuis and Rum&Maple tobacco for his pipe.

My aunt, well, that’s another story all by itself. She was allegedly dropped on her head as a baby, and she never quite recovered. She’d sit and hum under her breath, rocking like a baby, or do some sort of craft, like macrame or crochet. The items she made were gorgeous, and she’d give them away as gifts to everyone she saw. She loved hugs, and she didn’t understand the concept of personal space. She really wanted to be very close to anyone. When she walked, it was with a funny gait, with wide legs and long strides, and she’d rock side to side as she moved forward. I’m ashamed to admit that I never understood her as a child, and I felt humiliated that everyone knew she was my aunt. People would point at her and laugh when she went outside.

Here, today, I am grateful that we are able to be together during lockdown, in a comfortable space, with enough to eat and more than enough to do. I am grateful that we are all healthy, whole and able to do what we want within the perimeter of our property. I am grateful that we have a library full of books downstairs, internet connectivity to access information and entertainment, and a pantry stocked with the necessary items to have fun experimenting in the kitchen. We can do this.

 

Physical distancing, Social Togetherness #LockDownSA Day 6

Day 6 LockDown

1 April 2020

1 353 cases
Recovered: 31
Deceased: 5

Today is April 1st, traditionally at our offices an opportunity to find a close enough to reality and believable, yet way out there narrative that turns out to be a huge joke.

But today I do not feel funny at all. I considered staying offline today, because some April Fools jokes trigger me at the best of times. After three miscarriages the fake pregnancy announcements are everything but funny. And today, with our company’s future and the future of our team that works for us so very uncertain, I wasn’t looking forward to some of the jokes people consider funny.

For instance, there is a joke floating around about a government grant payout for every person over 18. How is potential income funny in a time when so many breadwinners are unable to put even the necessities on the table?

None of our agency clients have any “funnies” scheduled for today. Best is to be sensitive right now, and we already learnt with our Earth Hour posts that people have no tolerance at the moment for anything that upsets the delicate equilibrium that has become our existence.

I find the profiteering hard to understand during these times. It is one thing to live in a free market economy, when goods and services are readily available, and there is choice on the consumer’s side regarding purchases. But there are shortages and real needs, and yet essential products at some stores are price-hiked to unbelievable profit margins.

For me, keeping busy helps staying sane. I have not spent so much time in a kitchen since I owned a restaurant many years ago. Our fridge is packed to capacity with baked goods, with cooked meals, with snacks. I am doing my best to control screen time for the twins, by doing craft activities during the day and also just leaving them to get bored and find stuff for themselves to do. I am crocheting and reading, I am painting and building puzzles. I don’t do well with so much leisure time – I have always been a bit of a workaholic. It feels as if I am slacking, as if I should be doing more to work on our business.

On a different note, apparently the fuel price dropped today (timing immaculate as per usual) with an unprecedented R1.70 per litre. I found myself musing if I should go fill up my car, and then thought again…

 

The Beauty of Being Broken

It took me a while to decide on a title for this blog post – and yes, it may sound contradictory, but there is beauty in being broken. The bumps and hurdles on the road of life leave scars, but also leave us with experience and knowledge.

I love the Japanese art of Kintsukuroi. I only discovered this art late in life, but as with all things, I am sure that we come across information and/or learnings as and when we are supposed to.

Kintsukuroi is the Japanese art of fixing broken pottery with a lacquer resin sprinkled with powdered gold. We can learn a lot from this art – especially the core belief that something can be more beautiful for having been broken.

So often we are embarrassed by our scars. I know I used to be very embarrassed about a 5cm scar on my right breast (lump removed 20 years ago). I have some scars on my right leg (motorcycle accident 15 years ago) and I have a definite portruding bone where my left shoulder bone didn’t grow back properly. And a few more minor scars and aches and pains – each carrying its own story, and a memory (some good, some bad).

I now embrace my scars. I lovingly trace the visible ones, and remind myself that there is joy in being alive. Each one of my larger scars could have been the end of me – instead each one means a new beginning, with new learnings and new experience. Even my invisible heart scars from hurts inflicted by loved ones once trusted has changed from throbbing, aching scars to reminders of paths that once crossed and ran together for a while, now separated.

Repainting my scars with gold, keeping the good memories, can only do me good. Negative memories lead to negative emotions, and negative emotions cause distress that is completely unnecessary.

As a lifecoach, one of the primary teachings I like to convey to my clients, is that our emotions attract the life we want. If we continuously focus on the negative, all we experience will be negative. The same energy can be used on focussing on the positive. This is no “Pollyanna” approach to life (that would be unrealistic – no-one can “fake” happiness all the time). However, we can definitely choose what we focus on most of the time, and if the negative surfaces, we can choose the coat the negative with gold, retaining the positive learnings, whilst letting go of the negative emotions.

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Emotions… Are you the puppet? Or the puppet-master?

Our emotions allow us to have a giddy rollercoaster ride of sensations – from happiness to sadness, from elation to anger. Often referred to as the barometer of the soul, emotions are the filters through which we experience our world.

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Different people define emotions in different ways. Some make a distinction between emotions and feelings saying that a feeling is the response part of the emotion and that an emotion includes the situation or experience, the interpretation, the perception, and the response or feeling related to the experience of a particular situation.

“Emotions are human beings’ warning systems as to what is really going on around them.  Emotions are our most reliable indicators of how things are going on in our lives.  Emotions help keep us on the right track by making sure that we are led by more than the mental/ intellectual faculties of thought, perception, reason, memory.” – Dr. Maurice Elias

“Emotions operate on many levels.  They have a physical aspect as well as a psychological aspect.  Emotions bridge thought, feeling, and action – they operate in every part of a person, they affect many aspects of a person, and the person affects many aspects of the emotions.” – John D. (Jack) Mayer

When we allow our emotions to control our actions, then we become puppets. We can “surf the wave”, ride out emotions (especially negative emotions such as anger, sadness, fear, hurt, guilt, shame) and take control of our reaction to these. So often we find that people place blame for actions outside of themselves: “She ‘made’ me angry, so I lost control.” Lost control of what? How specifically did she “make” you angry?

We can take control of our emotions. We can experience the emotions fully, and if we don’t like the result we see, especially with negative emotions, we can help you find the root case with Timeline Therapy, and release your negative emotions.

Emotions can control your thinking, behaviour and actions.  Emotions that are not felt and released but buried within can cause serious illness, including cancer, arthritis, and many types of chronic illnesses.  Negative emotions such as anger, sadness, fear, hurt, guilt, shame and depression cause chemical reactions in your body that are very different from the chemicals released when you feel positive emotions such as happy, content, loved, accepted.

Your emotions should serve you – you should not be a servant of your emotions. Become the puppet-master in your world. Make a commitment today to yourself to become emotionally healthy. It takes a lot of wisdom to realise that nobody can make you do anything, nobody can change you. And neither can you make anybody else do anything, or even change them. Avoid those situations that you know will create conflict and upsets.  You cannot change others, you can only change yourself.