“How long does it take you to shower?” S. asked with accusation in his tone. “It depends on the motivation.” I retorted. I could hear P. laughing in the background and wondered if I had said something wrong, ‘cause truth be told I could shower and dress in 5 minutes if my wellbeing depended on it. “Okay then, we leave at 6 AM,” S. said mockingly.
S. had asked P. to drop us off at the Gautrain station early the next day seeing that we had to leave for Mozambique bright and early. S. and P. both went to sleep while I stayed up to watched a movie, figuring I’ll just sleep in the car anyway and after all who could resist a bit of Thor charm and charisma?
The next morning we were packed and ready to leave at 6 AM. We got to the station at 6:10 and surprisingly were the last ones to arrive. S. opened the rear left door of the Hyundai and as I climbed in he introduced us. “Fifi this is S. and T.” Two beautiful young queens beamed in the backseat. .… How did I get here? I found myself wondering as the driver started the engine and began pulling off; the Guatrain station moved further and further away and the morning grew louder with every kilometre we drove. The last few months S. had been asking me to join the journey and I had refused every time, and yet here I was amidst a number of enthusiastic travellers.
We parked and waited for what seemed like an endless amount of time. “Why are we stopping?” S. asked with a friendly and yet spunky tone of voice. I was immediately drawn to the colourful colours of her finger and toe nails; she seemed like the fun loving type of gal. “I don’t know,” I responded. T. looked around and the impatience on her face grew into anxiety. This queen notably had a book pressed between her thumb, index and middle finger. Well-read, I observed and continued to wonder whether she could be counted as an ally in future. We continued to wait without being given any plausible explanation, till all three of us girls needed to use the loo, and then after some more waiting a car filled with passengers arrived and we again continued on our way. Seemly we were waiting for someone who knew the way.
“I don’t know what the big deal is about the Black Panther movie…” “He’s the first black superhero, I said while rolling my eyes. I am not even entirely sure what that means, I thought we had lots of heroes, just that not all of them would be widely accepted by [pop culture. “…But we are a conquered people,..” T. continued.
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So how did I get here? Jesus taught his disciples that with faith as small as a mustard seed they could move mountains, I guess the short answer then is by faith. I once heard someone once put it like this, “ You are only limited by what you see, you need to see yourself achieving the thing you want to have and it is yours.” Or put differently, you will never be able to benefit from something you don’t honour; honour is the appreciation that someone or something is different from you. **
So our paradigms affect the way we experience life, or at least the quality of it I’d like to think. How we use our brains to formulate thoughts and process emotions influences our behaviour, this in turn directly influences how we experience our daily lives.* If you have an extremely negative paradigm your life will have a negative experience, but if you have a positive paradigm then you life will be generally a positive and happy experience.
I’ve recently and more especially over the past couple of years found myself stepping into more and more demanding roles, both socially and in my career, and I have found myself battling against what others have termed the impostor syndrome. During which time I would have to remind myself that I am avid reader and that I am qualified for every position I have ever applied for and gotten, or at the very least that I am capable of outgrowing the discomfort and able to rise to the occasion. These moments are the times in your life when you have to chose and subscribe to how you want to think, as often these internal conversations have quite a weighted outcome.
It is important to remember that paradigms are shaped and informed by culture, culture intern is influenced by language and language is a spiritual thing. What that means is this, I am learning that paradigms are either informed by a permissive or oppressive culture (simply put culture is the way things are done in a certain geographical area. ***) Certain cultures groom their children to grow and thrive, while others place burdens and weights that prevent their children’s ability to flourish. Further the use of positive or negative language affirms and reinforces the existing culture. Language is something that is shaped by spiritual alignment to truth.
Speak to yourself according to the culture you want to embrace. We as human beings thankfully are not trees and poses the ability to chose to live in a thriving environment. We can move if something stops serving us. According to Dr. Cindy Trimm of Trimm International, our words shape more of our environment than we think. The words that we speak could either be a major catalyst or a major prohibitor for the future that we are hoping to see. Personally I have experienced that some of the most successful people I know, poses the most self-affirming language too, this cannot only be based on their past wins but also propels them to continue the winning streak.
So yes, I spoke this holiday into existence, that is how I got here. I am not a statistic of a “conquered people”, I embrace a permissive culture of abundance.
A lot to chew on,
Love Fi
*Keenan Paulsen, How to Win Before You Begin (p x) Zion Publications 2015.
** Dr. Mike Murdock
*** Dr. Samuel Chand