Sunday, June 19, 2011
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Three Stages of Learning
When we're learning something new we all encounter three stages of learing.
The first one is impossible and you have thoughts like - "I can't do that".
The second one is possible and you have thoughts like - "Now, I can remember, half of it'.
The third one is mastery and you have thoughts like ' "Now I've got it".
Everytime you go through these stages and it depends how many times you spend practising in each stage, before you move on towards the next stage.
So, as you move out of your comfort zone...remember you can't learn something overnight, but you can learn how to do it eventually.
For example, when you're learning HOW to deal with difficult people - it's a learning curve.
Check out our new website http://www.difficultpeoplehelp.com
Good Luck with your new skills.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
My Children Are Still My Techo Teachers
Many years ago I read a book called the ‘Learning Revolution by Gordon Dryden’. It mentioned that children would be teaching their parents how to use technology. I read that with interest and over the years discovered that is true!
I purchased my first mobile phone when my daughters brought theirs from the money they earned in their ‘after school’ jobs. They wanted to keep in contact with their friends and I wanted to keep in contact with them.
As I was learning to send my first text messages, my daughters would often ring me after I had sent my text and ask me what I was trying to say. Then I would get a lesson! Now ten years later with my new IPhone I was sending my usual xoxo
(kiss, hug, kiss, hug) which they’d taught me at the end of my text message and somehow I sent the words ‘zoophone’. I laughed at myself as I resent a second text about the qualities of my text messaging and Iphone’s qualities, to my daughter.
Her reply,’ yes automatic text can be a nuisance, you can turn it off’. Well a few weeks later, I haven’t learnt how to do that, maybe I’ll wait until she visits from Australia and can do it for me.
However, I do miss the welcome message from my old phone ‘your daughters love you’. I also miss the ring tones she had loaded onto it, Hotel California from the Eagles when it rang and a Red Red Wine when I received a text. Maybe she can load those onto this as well!
With Facebook, one of our social network crazes, I had been using it to keep in contact and read the news about my daughters’ activities while living in Australia.
However, I was convinced by my online mentor I also needed to use it for business as well. Yes, I said, I can use facebook and she assured me ‘don’t worry about your daughters friends messages, you can block them out’. Sure I thought I can learn to do that! So, online I go and read my daughter had the flu and off work. I sent her a Get Well message, and a few medical tips as mothers do, only to find a few minutes later a reply from my other daughter saying “Mum, you need to put it on HER wall, not send it to yourself.”
I chuckled as I realised….ten years into this game, I still had lots to learn and as the book the Learning Curve said, our children are teaching us technology and I’ve still a long way to go.
So, if you’d like to connect with me on Facebook, send me a message and I’d love to meet up with you. My attitude is positive and I’m sure I’ll learn to do it right…one day! Meanwhile, I’m still enjoying them teaching me.
I purchased my first mobile phone when my daughters brought theirs from the money they earned in their ‘after school’ jobs. They wanted to keep in contact with their friends and I wanted to keep in contact with them.
As I was learning to send my first text messages, my daughters would often ring me after I had sent my text and ask me what I was trying to say. Then I would get a lesson! Now ten years later with my new IPhone I was sending my usual xoxo
(kiss, hug, kiss, hug) which they’d taught me at the end of my text message and somehow I sent the words ‘zoophone’. I laughed at myself as I resent a second text about the qualities of my text messaging and Iphone’s qualities, to my daughter.
Her reply,’ yes automatic text can be a nuisance, you can turn it off’. Well a few weeks later, I haven’t learnt how to do that, maybe I’ll wait until she visits from Australia and can do it for me.
However, I do miss the welcome message from my old phone ‘your daughters love you’. I also miss the ring tones she had loaded onto it, Hotel California from the Eagles when it rang and a Red Red Wine when I received a text. Maybe she can load those onto this as well!
With Facebook, one of our social network crazes, I had been using it to keep in contact and read the news about my daughters’ activities while living in Australia.
However, I was convinced by my online mentor I also needed to use it for business as well. Yes, I said, I can use facebook and she assured me ‘don’t worry about your daughters friends messages, you can block them out’. Sure I thought I can learn to do that! So, online I go and read my daughter had the flu and off work. I sent her a Get Well message, and a few medical tips as mothers do, only to find a few minutes later a reply from my other daughter saying “Mum, you need to put it on HER wall, not send it to yourself.”
I chuckled as I realised….ten years into this game, I still had lots to learn and as the book the Learning Curve said, our children are teaching us technology and I’ve still a long way to go.
So, if you’d like to connect with me on Facebook, send me a message and I’d love to meet up with you. My attitude is positive and I’m sure I’ll learn to do it right…one day! Meanwhile, I’m still enjoying them teaching me.
Monday, April 25, 2011
2 Great Instant Attitude Tips
Hi Folk
To stop yourself thinking negative thoughts you have to start yourself thinking positive thoughts. Here are my two best tips.
Watch them here on You Tube.
To stop yourself thinking negative thoughts you have to start yourself thinking positive thoughts. Here are my two best tips.
Watch them here on You Tube.
Attitude Tips to Stop Negative Thinking
Hi Folk
These are two of my best Attitude Tips for controlling those negative thoughts that appear into your mind.
Check them out on my website....
These are two of my best Attitude Tips for controlling those negative thoughts that appear into your mind.
Check them out on my website....
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Don't Be Fooled by ME - GREAT poem
Don’t be fooled?
Hey guys...this is a fabulous poem that makes you think.
Don’t be fooled by me.
Don’t be fooled by the face I wear.
For I wear a thousand masks, masks that I’m afraid to take off,
and none of them are me.
Pretending is an art that’s second nature with me, but don’t be fooled
for God’s sake don’t be fooled.
I give the impression that I’m secure,
that all is sunny and unruffled with me.
within as well as without,
that confidence is my name, and coolness my game,
that the water’s calm and I’m in command,
And that I need no one.
Please don’t believe me. Please.
My surface may seem smooth, but my surface is my mask.
Beneath this lies no complacence.
Beneath dwells the real me in confusion, in fear and aloneness.
But I hide this. I don’t want anybody to know it.
I panic at the thought of my weakness and fear of being exposed.
That’s why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
a nonchalant sophisticated façade,
to help me pretend, to shield me from the glance that knows.
But such a glance is precisely my salvation. My only salvation
and I know it.
That is if it’s followed by acceptance, if it’s followed by love.
It’s the only thing that will assure me of what I can’t assure myself
that I am worth something.
But I don’t tell you this. I don’t care. I’m afraid too.
I’m afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance and love.
I’m afraid you’ll think less of me, that you’ll laugh at me,
And your laugh would kill me.
I’m afraid that deep down I’m nothing, I’m no good
and that you will see this and reject me.
So I play my game, my desperate game.
With a façade of assurance without, and a trembling child within.
And so begins the parade masks. And my life becomes a front.
I idly chatter to you in the suave tunes of surface talk.
I tell you everything that is really nothing.
And tell you nothing of what’s everything,
Of what’s crying within me;
So when I’m going through my routine, do not be fooled by what I’m
Saying.
Please listen carefully and try to hear what I’m not saying,
What I’d like to be able to say,
What for survival I need to say, but what I can’t say.
I dislike hiding. Honestly! I do
I dislike the superficial game I’m playing, the phony game.
I’d really like to be genuine and spontaneous, and me,
but you’ve got to help me. You’ve got to hold out your hand,
even when that’s the last thing I seem to want.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes the blank stare of breathing
death.
Only you can call me into aliveness.
Each time you’re kind, and gentle, and encouraging,
Each time you try to understand because you really care,
my heart begins to grow wings, very small wings, very feeble wings,
but wings.
With your sensitivity and sympathy, and your power of understanding
you can breathe life into me. I want you to know that.
I want you to know how important you are to me,
how you can be the creator of the person that is me if you choose to.
Please choose to. You alone can break down the wall behind which
I tremble, you alone can remove my mask.
You alone can release me from my shadow-world of panic and uncertainty,
from my lonely person. Do not pass me by.
Please ……………… do not pass me by.
It will not be easy for you.
A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.
The nearer you approach me, the blinder I strike back.
I fight against the very thing I cry out for,
but I am told that love is stronger than walls, and in this lies my hope.
Please try to beat down those walls with firm hands,
but with gentle hands ………………… for a child is very sensitive.
Who am I, you may wonder. I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet and I am every woman you meet.
Hey guys...this is a fabulous poem that makes you think.
Don’t be fooled by me.
Don’t be fooled by the face I wear.
For I wear a thousand masks, masks that I’m afraid to take off,
and none of them are me.
Pretending is an art that’s second nature with me, but don’t be fooled
for God’s sake don’t be fooled.
I give the impression that I’m secure,
that all is sunny and unruffled with me.
within as well as without,
that confidence is my name, and coolness my game,
that the water’s calm and I’m in command,
And that I need no one.
Please don’t believe me. Please.
My surface may seem smooth, but my surface is my mask.
Beneath this lies no complacence.
Beneath dwells the real me in confusion, in fear and aloneness.
But I hide this. I don’t want anybody to know it.
I panic at the thought of my weakness and fear of being exposed.
That’s why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
a nonchalant sophisticated façade,
to help me pretend, to shield me from the glance that knows.
But such a glance is precisely my salvation. My only salvation
and I know it.
That is if it’s followed by acceptance, if it’s followed by love.
It’s the only thing that will assure me of what I can’t assure myself
that I am worth something.
But I don’t tell you this. I don’t care. I’m afraid too.
I’m afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance and love.
I’m afraid you’ll think less of me, that you’ll laugh at me,
And your laugh would kill me.
I’m afraid that deep down I’m nothing, I’m no good
and that you will see this and reject me.
So I play my game, my desperate game.
With a façade of assurance without, and a trembling child within.
And so begins the parade masks. And my life becomes a front.
I idly chatter to you in the suave tunes of surface talk.
I tell you everything that is really nothing.
And tell you nothing of what’s everything,
Of what’s crying within me;
So when I’m going through my routine, do not be fooled by what I’m
Saying.
Please listen carefully and try to hear what I’m not saying,
What I’d like to be able to say,
What for survival I need to say, but what I can’t say.
I dislike hiding. Honestly! I do
I dislike the superficial game I’m playing, the phony game.
I’d really like to be genuine and spontaneous, and me,
but you’ve got to help me. You’ve got to hold out your hand,
even when that’s the last thing I seem to want.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes the blank stare of breathing
death.
Only you can call me into aliveness.
Each time you’re kind, and gentle, and encouraging,
Each time you try to understand because you really care,
my heart begins to grow wings, very small wings, very feeble wings,
but wings.
With your sensitivity and sympathy, and your power of understanding
you can breathe life into me. I want you to know that.
I want you to know how important you are to me,
how you can be the creator of the person that is me if you choose to.
Please choose to. You alone can break down the wall behind which
I tremble, you alone can remove my mask.
You alone can release me from my shadow-world of panic and uncertainty,
from my lonely person. Do not pass me by.
Please ……………… do not pass me by.
It will not be easy for you.
A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.
The nearer you approach me, the blinder I strike back.
I fight against the very thing I cry out for,
but I am told that love is stronger than walls, and in this lies my hope.
Please try to beat down those walls with firm hands,
but with gentle hands ………………… for a child is very sensitive.
Who am I, you may wonder. I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet and I am every woman you meet.
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