I very much doubt if I will be eager to put my money in these bags.
It might just eat it up.
Or maybe it’s meant to bite the fingers of anyone who tries to nick a penny 😉
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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I very much doubt if I will be eager to put my money in these bags.
It might just eat it up.
Or maybe it’s meant to bite the fingers of anyone who tries to nick a penny 😉
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
She was lost in those pages. Even when I bent down to look for a book and said hello, she barely raised her head.
Must be a very compelling book hence the desire to finish it quickly before leaving the bookstore.
It made me smile 🙂
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
If you fail to validate yourself, not too many people are going to be bothered to do it for you.
So, if you are waiting on other’s to do it for you, your disappointment will come in huge spades. Everyone else is busy trying to get on with their fabulous lives and you will surely be left in the dust with your esteem shredded and battered.
We have a saying that goes’ the Agama Lizard fell from the palm tree and landed on his feet. He looked around, but no one applauded him, so he gave himself a good nod and a praise.‘
To appreciate and show yourself some love is not being, arrogant or proud. It is knowing who you are. Embracing and owning yourself. If you fail to be able to acknowledge your good sides, or those things that you’ve done well in, then how sincere is your appreciation of that which is done by another?
A lot of people feel embarrassed when complimented or commended and I wonder if at the back of their minds whether they only hope for criticisms and put-downs? Putting ourselves down and short-changing ourselves does not make us a better person, it actually makes us appear unsure of ourselves.
Please note, that there is a huge difference between having a modest sense of humour by being self-deprecating from undermining your good qualities in order to appear humble. It may not serve you well.
I have always said to myself, if you’ve earned it, Jacqueline, wear it with grace and joy. Appreciating yourself is not conceit.
Sometimes, I am my own worst critic especially when it comes to achieving set targets. I can cut the slack for others, but not as much for myself, then again, I find it very easy to laugh at myself.
However, I never fail to recognize some sides of me that has served me well over the years. Â I try to do everything with my whole heart. Loving with all I can love with. Executing any responsibility to the best of my ability. I always come in the first three when it comes to Team lead/player in my work place. I am a very dedicated and focused person with a good sense of responsibility and I believe in getting it done.
I get on easily with people and over the years I find myself growing more and more tolerant of people’s shortcomings. I don’t take offence easily.
Above all of this, I honestly value my sense of peace, stable mind and contentment. I have no idea how it all started, though I strongly suspect that my upbringing as well as my spiritual growth has a hand in this.
I hardly ever catch myself wanting material things that I cannot afford. They simply don’t move me. I am very, very thrifty, but not cheap.
I would rather work hard, save and get the best that I can, rather than a cheapskate that will break the next day. It’s almost tough to make me covet my neighbours goods with a jealous gleam in my eyes.
You can trust me with a Million dollars and not a dot will be found missing.
Yes! I said it and you can take it to the bank. I have integrity!
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
The Daily Post prompt Toot your horn.
Most of us are excellent at being self-deprecating, and are not so good at the opposite. Tell us your favorite thing about yourself.
Don’t bother about trying to convince me with any pep talk. It simply won’t work! There are some experiences that I can live without henceforth.
There are some things that mere thoughts of them gives me sufficient heebie-jeebies and for all the curry in India or tea from China I will be glad not to encounter or repeat such experience.
I literally break out in hives at the sight of a snake and would gladly walk barefoot over hot coals than come close to one. I have been known to go to zoos and completely by-pass the reptile zone.
My kids even make fun of that fact. You will hear them whisper conspiratorially, ”if mummy sees that sign, she will start screaming” and my youngest champion will get all protective of me. He would say, ”mummy don’t look!” ”You will get frightened like a little girl.”Â
”Well son, I shall not look, but if truth be told mummy is a little girl in a big body.” With a stiff upper lip, I go and settle myself on a bench while they go off to look at the vile creatures. Urrgh!
I am not a cat with nine lives and even if I have twenty lives as well as a parachute bigger than a house, I am never going to jump off a plane in the sky. There is no point killing myself with palpitations.
The adrenaline jolt that I get inside the pages of my books or watching National Geographic is sufficient, besides, my ifly simulated experience was all well and good. Several days after, I was cross-eyed and walked with a squint like a drunk sailor.
Those dare-devil roller coaster rides are experiences called ”ONCE is enough.” My last experience at Abu Dhabi Theme park, made me realize that one could have a cardiac arrest in one of those contraptions. I went on a crazy roller coaster ride and spoke in tongues all through the ride. I think my heart stopped beating and restarted after we came down. I had to go and
recuperate quietly with a large cup of ice-cream to soothe my frayed nerves.
The kind of horror movies that is peddled these days are not designed for the squeamish and they would frighten the whiskers off a cat’s face.
I find the amount of gore and unbelievable diabolical acts perpetrated so revolting, that sometimes it makes me ponder at the deranged state of some human mind. I won’t spend my time or money just to feel sick.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
In response to The Daily Post prompt Fright Night
What’s the thing you’re most scared to do? What would it take to get you to do it?