Commit to Success

Commit to Success

When I finally came to understand that the of improvement of our lives is directly proportional to our self-improvement, I knew that I had to act upon this TODAY. 

If someone told you: “Hey, are you happy right now? Good, because your life will stay the same forever. Your relationship won’t improve, your career won’t change… you have achieved the maximum in all areas of your life already”. What would you think? I’d think:  “Then what’s the point of going on?”. What if you know that the only way to change this is to change yourself? Would you act upon it?  I am at a time where I feel so committed and ready to improve and change my life and set my priorities to become the best version of me.  Here’s what I know:

Step one: Love yourself! with your highs and your lows, your best and your worst! It took me YEARS to be able to accept myself. Thanks to so many great people that have showed me the way and to so many books and YouTube videos. If you allow me to give you one advice, it’s to redefine yourself in your own eyes today. You are not your job, your name, your gender, nationality, status, family link or religion. You are not what you do, you are what you believe, you are your values. At the core you are loving, honest, caring, growing, developing, helpful, human being. You are not and Cannot be a quitter, a criminal, a lawyer, a manager, … these are things that you do, they do not define you.

Step two: Set your goals. See them clearly before your eyes. See yourself in the best health, a healthy relationship, the career you want or whatever are your goals. See it, believe it, you can achieve it.

Step Three: Commit to it. This is the most important step. Also, the hardest. You can do absolutely anything you commit too, (unless you are somehow committed to grow wings or become a camel, in this case, let me know how it goes). And Keep motivating yourself and committing to it everyday

Step four: Accept the fact that your life will change and that you will have to give up somethings in return. Truth is, there are only 24 hours in a day. If you decide to integrate 1 hour of writing in them, it means you must give up 1 hour of something else, where it be sleep, TV, outings, cooking, etc. This hour won’t magically be added to your day. Realize this and accept it. It will make everything easier.

Step five: Never stop learning. Unless you no longer want to improve your life, you have to keep improving yourself. That’s why Robert T. Kiyosaki, who wrote at least 15 self-development books, still reads every self-improvement book that he can get his hands on! Bill Gates (second richest man in the world) reads 50 nonfiction books a year. It sends a clear message.

Do you have any tips or advice on how to improve this plan or make it more effective? Do you think it’s complete BS? Please let me know.
XOXO

 

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Writing prompt

Writing prompt

I looked out of the window of the hut on the boarder of the forest; the sun was shining in an announcement a new day. There is a deer walking slowly, with a large piece missing of her stomach! Heart beating loud I looked away. The sight of hurt animals pains me. Sipping my coffee, a car’s engine voice was announcing that my sister’s family have arrived and that I shall make more coffee and wake up babe.
“What an amazing place… So many animals around”, she said pushing aside the curtain to see better.
“OMG Hannah, did you see that!” I looked briefly to see a deer and said nonchalantly “yeah I saw the deer this morning, I don’t want to see it again, we can’t help it…” “it’s not just the deer!” She interrupted in a shaky voice.
I looked again. It was a different one actually, with her tail missing and was walking in difficulty. A big bird had been apparently bitten in the neck! Further, away, we could see a fox with a missing leg! All around, every animal we saw had some kind on injury. What the hell is going on?!

Lazy Mommy

Lazy Mommy

Lina’s at my feet reaching out to the table top. Oops, I forgot her empty yogurt cup on it. I just watch as she grabs it, she reaches her tiny hands inside the cup. I don’t even try to stop her. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that am giving her space to discover, I just don’t want to get up right now. She throws the cup away and wipes her hands on the sofa. Oh well, now I’ll go get something to clean this mess. I wonder of any other moms go through these extremely lazy moments. I’m sure there must be someone out there as lazy as me. Is there?

A journey to acceptance

One day our landline rang, it never does because no one has the number. I picked it up and it was a slimming center nearby offering a body review and 2 sessions for free. I was so excited! Not that I needed a body review or slimming sessions, but because I was so bored and haven’t done anything new for a long time.

Once there, a nice lady asked me to unattire so that she can check my body. As I stood there in front of the mirror waiting for her to come point out every imperfection, I was surprised by how I felt…

It was never easy for me to accept my body. I started having stretch marks since I was 13, and at such a young age I started being very self conscious.

Growing up, my mother always criticized her body. She was never satisfied when she looked in the mirror. and even though she always told me and my siblings we were beautiful and meant it, I grew up thinking that the normal thing to do was to criticize and point out the things you like the least about yourself. A lot of my friends used to do the same and we would all sit together and have a “competition” about who can put herself down the most. Sounds fun right?

Then I grew older, and people in the media began promoting self love. I still remember the Oprah episode when I first realized that it’s okay to accept ourselves and our bodies, that it’s not only “okay” but necessary! It was news to me. I believed in every word said and I started promoting these ideas myself! But truth is, I still hadn’t entirely accepted my own body.

More years passed by and I got married, pregnant and then everything changed.

Although a lot of women struggle with accepting their bodies while pregnant, it was the first time I had ever accepted my silhouette as it is. It’s the only time I wasn’t trying to cover my belly and was instead amused by how big it became. And even though my hair grew longer and softer than it ever was, I developed acne and a lot of darkening skin, and as you probably guessed, a lot of stretch marks. But I looked at it as a small price to pay for having a baby. Then I gave birth, and another thing unexpectedly helped me in the journey. It’s MY HAIR CUT! After delivery, I cut my hair to a short pixie. Strange how I didn’t realize before that every time I looked in the mirror, my hair had taken almost all of my attention. I even used to get a little surprised in fitting rooms when I had to actually focus on my body ( not good surprises). Now that there is nothing else to focus on, I no longer get surprised by my belly or thighs or anything else, because I see them everyday.

As I stood in front of the mirror waiting for the nice lady to check my imperfections, all of this went through my mind. I knew it was the first time that being checked by a stranger didn’t bother me. I smiled and my reflection smiled back at me, it told me proudly: “there is nothing to be ashamed of..”

Men are going to Hate this Post -short hair don’t care-

Men are going to Hate this Post -short hair don’t care-

In another life, I had time for long hair…

in this current life though, since an angel called Lina came along, for six months I finished every shower with crying in the background and no time left to do anything (including brushing my hair), but the really annoying thing was, half the time I spent in the shower I spent gathering my excessively falling hair from the bottom of the tub.

I remembered the Egyptian proverb that says “block the door that brings you trouble” or in Egyptian الباب اللي يجيلك منه الريح، سده و استريح. And I did.I got rid of most of my hair and got a short pixie instead. 

Wow, older generations were so Right about that proverb! I LOVE it, I have never felt so stress free about my hair like I do now, I wake up looking put together, and I go to shower to actually SHOWER and finish in 10 minutes, The feeling of water touching my head is so amazing and the ease of handling short hair is addictive. Not just that, it also gave me time to do a small shower routine afterwards… like towel dry, put on deodorant, brush my hair…(Only moms will get the sarcasm)!!

Don’t get me wrong I never hated my hair, but it was so stressful. Their frizzy and curly nature meant waking up a complete mess, NEVER EVER knowing how it will look after the shower (the curly hair mystery) and my “post baby” hair was always in a stupid lifeless ponytail anyways.

My mom was so worried about this haircut, I believe she’d be less worried if I had told her I’m going to cut Her hair, and my husband and sister were picturing me cry over a ponytail of curly human hair.

I myself didn’t know what I was getting into or how am going to look or how to handle short hair, having always had long locks. But as the overjoyed hairdresser was cutting my hair, the ladies in the hair salon where staring at me with big round eyes, and as the hair on my head was getting shorter and shorter I was happy, a week later now, I think it’s the best hair decision I’ve ever took.

While at the Salon another hairdresser caught my cut ponytail while I was washing my hair and yelled in French “Where is the head?I’m looking for the head!”

Blog Introduction

Hey everyone,

It was time for me to update this introduction since all if the information in it had became obsolete.

Well, I am a mother now! Have the most loving baby girl. And we moved to Paris. So it’s only the 3 of us in a big big world ( and a tiny Parisian apartment). I’m probably going to write about motherhood, Paris, thoughts, life changes and of course food! It wouldn’t be me if there wasn’t some food involved in EVERYTHING. That’s what I think I will write about… But you never really know…