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Don’t let them take you’re mojo

 

We all have busy lives. Be it work, school, or taking care of the family. Whichever one it is, it usually involves a lot of interaction. Sometimes its this interaction, that can leave you feeling drained, bemused, or questioning why you decided to engage with a particular person in the first place. If you allow what someone thinks, or how they feel about you affect you, you’ve given them permission to steal you’re day.

You see no matter how wonderful, loving & kind you are, the ‘mojo thief,’ will always have a problem especially when you know who you are. As you become aware to their game, he or she tries to project their insecurities onto you then has the nerve to take offence, if you’re not ok with their dominance ‘ruling’ this time.

 

Some of you may have heard:

“That’s just his/her personality.” As if it rectifies my need, to twist ‘that person’s ear’ at hand. Real is the person who says:

“Its just their personality, they’re a narcissist.”

So I’ve said it.

The law of recognition can take you far. It might take a bit longer to recognise, the more personal the interaction is for example, relationships. When you do recognise the problem, taking action may not come easy. However, don’t let guilt get the best of you, it’s ok to put you’re needs first. I at least:

1. Kept an open mind.

2. Gave the benefit of the doubt.

If all else fails, then its time to be selfish with you. (If you’ve fallen out with a co-worker turned grim-reaper, total avoidance will be easier said than done. Otherwise, collect you’re sick pay and avoid the grim-reaper, at all cost).

Be professional but don’t bare all, if you get my drift. A broken record is unlikely to change, but what you do next is a decision. The decisions I’ve made, began with me being honest with myself. Lose my mojo, I think not.

Why it’s important to follow your instinct 

It was a 6 am start at the Royal Parks half Marathon. The main challenge of embarking on my shift an hour earlier was completed, besides the ten hours, nothing could stop me now. A community spirit filled the atmosphere so I joined in on the warm up routine, which did wonders with coffee. After medals, treats, & crowd motivation came to an end, winding-down the event was the choir, the bouncy castle, and the wall. The wall of Rock Climbing.

Seeing this sent me back to my childhood and I couldn’t hide the excitement as I told my team

“I want to climb that wall.” As I envisioned the whole thing, a guy that stood beside me said:

“That is for kids.”

Suddenly the ‘Adult’ kicked in, and the wall became a toy. I jokingly argued my point but his point didn’t settle until I let it, perhaps?  The vase/face illusion from my student days was in full effect, only it yielded less result this time round. So here I am. Thinking about this rock I must climb. Come to think of it any rock. Really & truly we all have these…road to success, climbing up the ladder, falling down & getting back up no matter how freeze frame it looks. You’ll always be a trooper to passers by. Like the 11 year old girl who climbed again & again. She was Spiderman to me.