How Was Your Average, Perfect Day?

I read a beautiful blog post, shared by my team leader in the work group Whatsapp (how I despise these groups) titled The Perfect Average Day.

Like the English saying, I walked a mile in her shoes.

Or was it her high heels.

It was relatable.

Well written.

I loved it.

But some of my work colleagues didn’t.

Commenting about how she should use the opportunities within her company to better her living conditions.

To better HER perfect, average day.

Another commented about how there’s nothing special about her day since there are others who go through worse.

Another commented on what kind of response did the writer want? Compassion?

In the back of mind I thought, guys…it’s not a competition.

It’s not about compassion.

Why the hostility?

Is it shame, or embarrassment?

Having some parts of your life displayed like that for all to see, maybe making you feel intimidated?

Or was it because it was a woman who wrote that story?

Did she struck a cord maybe?

This was because I believed she wrote that just to share a part of her life with a receptive audience.

Just because she writes and that’s what writers do.

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No hidden agendas.

Maybe that’s the writer in me talking.

Maybe they are acting this way because it’s one of those photos that don’t make it to their Instagrams.

Because it has no filter.

Too real.

In the world of the Internet, there is no such thing as over sharing.

So instead of pointing out their insecurities, I decided to blog about it here.

I do my best to avoid an argument.

It’s like what this book I’m re-reading says,

“A man convinced against his will is of the same opinion still.”
How To Make Friends and Influence People. 

I’m sorry.

Please forgive me.

Thank you.

I love you.

~ Musa

PS. By the way here’s the link to the blog I’m talking about http://conversationswithaesha.blogspot.co.za/2017/04/the-perfect-average-day.html?m=0

What Makes You Tick??

I don’t have a mean streak.51b2jck12dl-_sx331_bo1204203200_

I have a cold one.

I just don’t like to be bothered, that is why I don’t like bothering other people.

But I hear when it comes to business, since Musa wants to be a business owner – having that kind of attitude limits the people I could serve, which then limits the growth of my business.

Not that I want to be in the business of bothering people but interaction is key in order to leave people with more.

Either through deeds or service rendered.

I’m going off topic now.

Anyways I just realized recently, that one of my highest values is relationships.

It’s integrity and honesty and relationships, my top 3.

Relationship building though is something I’ve been working on since, due to my introverted nature, I don’t socialize much.

That genuine connection that has no T&Cs.

Because according to Florence Littauer I’m a perfect melancholy and part powerful choleric.

That’s the comfort zone I need to slip out from every now and then…most of the time.

Since success lies at the end of your comfort zone.

It’s just that if you violate the 1st two of my top values then it also puts a twist on how I relate to you.

Resulting with me being cagey and cold and distant.

I just fume when I am disrespected, especially since according to my knowledge no disrespect was given to you from my end.

Or yes, let’s add respect as well.

So it’s integrity, honesty, respect and relationships are my top values.

Mess with that then I end up being on the offensive.

It just hit me now, so I thought I should share.

It’s important to know what your values are…the things that makes you tick.

The better you understand yourself, the easier it is for you to express yourself.

Speaking about knowing thy self, my recommended read for you today is Personality Plus a book by Florence Littauer – which is a great book about different personality types and how you can communicate and better understand and communicate with them.

It’s awesome if you want to improve the quality of your relationships at home, work, school and your every day run ins.

Thank you.

I’m sorry.

Please forgive me.

I love you.

~ Musa