Given a choice, I’d rather not talk in front of people. That’s just who I am. I can’t help it. There are those who love to do that and would not hesitate. Isn’t that the beauty of life? Aren’t these fundamental differences in our personalities and perceptions of life what make living such an interesting endeavor?
Yesterday I won an argument. I felt lousy afterwards. I still feel bad now. I wish I had lost 🙁
Today I drank the most tasteless cup of tea. I am a serious sweet tooth, so You can imagine how much I suffered; at first that is. As I gulped down the tea, it became tastier and I didn’t mind it anymore. This got me thinking. Life is like that cup of tea. It seems…
Source: Nairobi, Kenya 1320hrs 30:01:18 If pictures could speak, what would this one say?
Matatus. We love to hate them but can’t live without them. ( I call your attention to the last time there was a matatu strike. Wasn’t very pleasant for those with places to go and things to do, and no alternative, was it?) I observed something. Using myself, my friends and colleagues as the case…
My emotions have come to a head. I don’t care anymore. I’m not reacting anymore. It’s such a surprise though. I had such an optimistic outlook for this week. But I’ve just been mostly down and very little ups. I don’t think stressed out is the word for it. Or even worn out. It’s more…
I am a strong advocate for going the extra mile, hence my propensity for volunteering. I do this, to avoid my comfort zone and learn something new. My latest Lesson: Helpless Leadership.