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Forming New Habits In 2016 Featuring Detola Amure

Wow… we made it to the last day of the year. Today for me is a day of reflection and planning. Time waits for no one so I always hit the ground running on day one. There are somethings I want to drop and some I want to pickup. I want to share some good habits with you so I invited my dear friend and sister from across the pond to help me out..She is a super working mom extraordinaire, Detola Amure. See what she got to say….

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Forming New Habits in 2016

Compliments of the season dear friends. I know that a lot of people are in reflection mode as we round up 2015. I also believe that a number of us are looking to achieve more success in 2016 at home, relationships, business, career, relationships etc.

John Maxwell once said: “If I could come to your house and spend just one day with you, I would be able to tell whether or not you will be successful”. See, habits are the things we do on a daily basis and our habits determine if our lives will be successful or not.

If you want to be successful, here are 3 new habits I recommend you start forming as we approach the new year:

Habit 1- Think Positively
What we think eventually becomes a reality in our lives. So if we keep thinking about failure or lack we will attract more of that into our lives. Anyone who wants to be successful has to make a conscious effort to think positive thoughts.
The Bible tells us what should constitute our thought life. Whatever we think MUST be:
true
honorable
right
pure
lovely
admirable
excellent and
worthy of praise

One way to get rid of negative thoughts and refocus your thoughts is to SPEAK out loud something that matches any of the above. Speak out something “true”, “lovely”, “admirable” or “worthy of praise” etc. When you say something out loud you automatically stop thinking. Try it and see.

Habit 2 – Be Thankful
Instead of complaining about things not going your way, be thankful for what you have. In my book Super Working Mum I talk about putting on our Gratitude Glasses every day. When you view life from a perspective of gratitude, when you are thankful for what you have, you attract more success into your life.

God’s will for us is to always be thankful according to 1 Thessalonians 5:18.

What of when bad things happen, you may ask?

Well, be thankful IN the situation. Be thankful for the opportunity God has to sort out the situation, be thankful for the lessons learnt, be thankful for the victories ahead.

I recommend every morning when you wake or every night before you sleep to write down at least three things you are thankful for in your journal. That will help develop the habit of being thankful.
Habit 3: Meditating on the word of God
This is the “ultimate” habit to form if you want success going forward. Joshua 1:8 is a scripture that supports this:

“Keep this Book of the Law always on your lips; meditate on it day and night, so that you may be careful to do everything written in it. Then you will be prosperous and successful.”

In simple terms meditation is the act of muttering or repeating something over and over in your mind. The more you meditate on the word of God, the more it becomes alive and active in your spirit.

To develop this habit, you have to read your bible on a daily basis, take any verse that jumps out to you and write it out on a Post It note, or type it out on your phone and set as a reminder throughout the day. Prayerfully ask God to give you a fresh meaning of that scripture and reflect over what it means to you.

So those are the three habits I propose you form from today. Experts say it takes about 21 days to form a new habit so I suggest starting with habit 3 for the next 21 days and see what happens. The more you work on habit 3 the easier you will find habit 1 and 2 to do.

Remember, you cannot change your life until you change your habits.

Praying God’s blessings over you in the new year.

‘Detola Amure

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‘Detola Amure (also known as Aloted Omoba) is a wife and mother based in Essex, United Kingdom.
She is a Work Life balance strategist. She is the founder of Super Working Mum which is a global community of Christian Working Mothers who MAXIMISE their time so they can MANIFEST their God given dreams.

She is the author of the Amazon bestselling book Super Working Mum, Living and Loving Life to the fullest and the creator of the Super Working Mum, Living Amazed Journal.

I will be using Detola’s tip,I hope you would too. 2016 is going to be epic y’all. Thank you for hanging with me…help me spread the word. Much love

Be Blessed.

Unoma

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The Season:Its Essence & Me Featuring Piper Huguley

Wrapping up the series with another wonderful author Piper Huguley. I describe her as the historical romance princess. LOL. I have never been drawn to historical romance until I read her work. Let’s see what the season means to her. Remember share & comment to be entered to win one of Piper’s books.

Unoma & Friends Presents (7)

As I grow older, I have learned to appreciate family at Christmas. What comes to mind for me at the holiday is how Mary and Joseph marveled at the birth of the Baby Jesus. Even in the meekest of circumstances, they came together and enjoyed one another. So the lesson that I take from that long-ago Christmas is how God wants us to come together. So I make plans to enjoy my family as much as possible. After all in the Christmas story, the Wise Men and their presents came later. To me, that means for me that the gift giving is less important than the renewing of familial bonds.

With the loss of both my mother and grandmother over the past few years, I am resolved to make all of my Christmases be about the renewing the bonds of love in a family. There are many, many ways to create family as well. So, I also like to imagine the various ways people are, hopefully, enjoying one another’s company over the holiday. One of the most touching commercials I’ve seen this year is the one with the young boy who invites the elderly neighbor over to Christmas dinner. That little boy knew the true spirit of the holiday. I hope other people reach out and invite people into their lives. The bonds of connection matter a great deal and I think it may be one of the reason I write romance. Romance is the genre that is all about the creation off a family unit.

My Amazon page: http://www.amazon.com/Piper-Huguley/e/B00L76Z34E/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1
Blog: http://piperhuguley.com
Facebook: Piper Huguley
Twitter: @piperhuguley

This marks the end of the series.I hope you have enjoyed meeting those I consider friends & sisters.

Be Blessed

Unoma

The Season:Its Essence& Me Featuring Abimbola Dare

Hey everyone!! Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year in advance. There was a break in transmission last week, that was because I was trying to wrap up the year and head on vacation. Well we are back and this week you’;; get two post and I will be wrapping up the season. I am giving away a Christmas story for one lucky winner who share and comments on the post. Introducing to you…my sister scribe Abimbola Dare..I know her as Bims…enjoy.

Unoma & Friends Presents (6)

A cock crows in the fields beyond my grandfather’s compound. Another follows, and soon a symphony of crows fill the air. The early morning wind carries the sound into my grandma’s bedroom; where I laugh and twirl in front of the mirror, as my yellow dotted Christmas dress swirls in response.
There is a white hat on my head. Its edges are like the blades of the dusty ceiling fan above Grandma’s bed. It is held in place by a white elastic band, knotted at the ends so that it secures the hat firmly. I tug the discomfort out of the elastic band; and curtsy. My smile is framed by lips glistened with Vaseline, my face a snowy color from too many dabs of dusting powder.
I look like the 7 year old Princess that I am.
I turn around, but Grandma’s eyes are still closed, her lips moving without sound. I tap my feet on the floor. How long will it take her to wish Jesus happy birthday?
A moment passes. I hear the shuffle of feet downstairs. My cousins are awake. There is a shout from someone. A bark of laughter. The house is filling up.
“Hurry and finish grandma,” I whisper. I dare not interrupt her conversations with Jesus.
My older cousins would soon bound upstairs to Grandma’s room to say good morning and Merry Christmas.
There is an undeclared competition between us.
The first to greet Grandma “Merry Christmas” would get the chunkiest chicken thigh from the specially cooked pot of stew, and an extra helping of Grandma’s jollof rice. I had crept out of my parent’s bed in the opposite room at the crack of dawn just so I could get here first.
Of course I couldn’t resist a stop at Grandma’s long standing mirror to take a peek at my reflection. The mirror doubles as a photo frame: there are pictures tucked in at odd angles into the edges, pictures of Grandma’s children, of my cousins and I, of Grandma without the grey hair and wrinkle encrusted face.
Finally, grandma throws her hands in the air and shouts Halleluyah seven times before she notices me.
“Abimbola.” Grandma calls my name and then she launches into my Oriki, a string of praise names in profound Yoruba that has never made sense to me.
“Merry Christmas Grandma!” I say, cutting her off and jumping into her lap. “I said it first oh!” I remind her in a warning tone. “When sister Titi and Deyo come up to greet you, let them know I said it first. Because that chicken is for me. Okay?”
She frowns, and I raise my voice and repeat myself. Grandma is partially deaf.
She pulls me into her ample bosom and replies me in Yoruba. “You said it first! Abimbola is first! No one can take that chicken from you. Not even—”
The door busts open and my cousins tumble in. Behind them, my older brother, Yemi, the tallest of the lot, on the cusp of teenage hood, strolls with a gait that makes me think a quarter of his left leg has been chopped off.
“Merry Christmas Grandma!” My cousins cry, running into grandma and pressing their faces into hers, kissing spots on her cheeks.
“Yeah Grandma,” Yemi says. “Merry Christmas.” His voice seems to have been soaked in beer overnight. It is deep, with a slur that doesn’t suit him. He bows slightly. He thinks it is uncool to hug anyone.
My mother would have stung him with a backhand slap and asked him to prostrate.
Grandma only beams at him. “Yemi handsome!” she teases and he ducks his head, embarrassed.
“Who said it first Grandma?” Sister Titi asks, pushing her glasses up her nose. “Who wished you merry Christmas first?” Sister Titi is the eldest of the lot and my favourite cousin. She always has a fistful of Buttermint and Choco Milo sweets for me.
“I did!” Sister Deyo says. She shouts too loudly, perhaps because of Grandma’s partial deafness.
“Abimbola did,” Grandma says and there is a collective groan and murmur of how it is unfair that I got to sleep in my parent’s room opposite Grandma’s.
In response, I wiggle my bum in a victory dance. I had beat them to it again this year. Just like I did last year.
After a round of prayers with Grandma, my cousins and I trudge downstairs, and settle into grandpa’s sofa. My father slots in a VHS cassette of The Sound of Music into the video player, which nobody watches. Uncles and aunties begin to trickle in, bearing wads of Naira in sealed envelopes and tucking them into our tiny palms. We squeal out our thanks, and promptly submit the money to our parents. Then we return to the table to eat like we’ve been starved for an era; and then dash outside to play with knockouts.
Night falls, and one of the aunties calls us back into the house. We sit at grandma’s feet as she begins to tell us a story of her life as a youth, of her experiences, of a time when sounds were clear and she didn’t have to ask people to repeat themselves. In a corner, the other adults engage in meaningless arguments about Nigeria’s bad administration, and the rising price of oil.
Grandma finishes her story with a yawn. That night, I sleep next to grandma, tuck my arms into the folds of her flesh and dream of a land filled with dolls and pretty things.
The next morning, I return home with my parents, teary eyed, but filled with hope that the next year would be a repeat performance.
And so it was until Grandma passed away. Then Christmas fizzled into drab afternoons watching muted TV shows, into forced visits to my father’s important and boring friends who did nothing but drink pepper soup all day and send me on errands to refill empty bottles of Stout. Christmas fizzled into just another day.
Many years have passed but these memories linger: recollections of a Christmas that tingled with laughter…. that carried the smell of home, of earth, of Lagos. Memories that decades abroad cannot erase or replicate…memories of Christmas with my beloved Grandma.
That is the Christmas I remember, the Christmas I cherish.

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Be Blessed

Unoma

 

 

The Season:Its Essence & Me featuring Theresa A. Campbell

Hey…14 more days until Christmas!!! Are you ready? Well let me tell you a secret, I haven’t bought even wrapping paper…work is crazy and I have writing deadlines…BUT yep there is a BUT, come Christmas day,my family would be happy. I’m not stressing mama going to work it out somehow.

I hope you have been enjoying my friends. Well today allow me to introduce Theresa A. Campbell. I’ve met so many kind, fabulous people on my journey and she is one of them…enjoy

Unoma & Friends Presents (5)
Many Moons Ago, December 24th, Clarendon, Jamaica, West Indies

As I stood in front of the small dresser mirror that night, applying a final touch to my

hair, tweaking the front a little to one side, and fluffing up the top for a higher puff, there was a wide grin on my face. My heart danced happily in my chest in anticipation. It was Grand Market night!

Finally finished dressing, I gave myself another quick rundown from head to toe– from the short, greasy, Jheri Curl hair with faded sides, to the Vaseline shiny lips. Next was the bright,“shocking” color orange and black pants suit that I picked up from the seamstress that evening: a short-sleeved top, with the matching pants that were small at the waist, flared out at the hip and small at the ankle. The look was complete with my black patent shoes. I was ready to hit the road, and I dare anyone to tell me I wasn’t the bomb! LOL.

Moments later I arrived in the Square and connected with my friends. It was time to get the Christmas celebration started! Young and old, man and woman, boys and girls, there were people everywhere. Booming Reggae music bellowed from big speaker boxes as merry hips, waists and feet moved to the beat. Loud laughter and animated chatter permeated the air. Our noses were tickled by the sweet smelling aroma from the well seasoned jerk chicken in the large pans with thick puffs of smoke, the mannish water (goat head) soup, roasted and boiled corns, and other delicious Jamaican food. It was a very festive night with all neighboring communities coming together to have a good time.

The next day was Christmas Day. It was quiet and relaxing in comparison to the night before, with soothing Christmas carols playing on the radio, and our grandfather reminding my brother, cousin and me of the true meaning of the day; it was Jesus’ birthday.

So even though it has been a long since I celebrated Christmas in Jamaica, I still reminisce on some of those happy memories from my childhood as I now create new ones filled with love, joy and laughter with my loved ones. But most importantly I never forget the reason for the season: Our Lord was born! Joy to the world indeed!

Wishing you and yours a Happy Holiday,

Theresa A. Campbell

http://www.amazon.com/Theresa-A.-Campbell/e/B00HIK0CCQ/

Until next week where I bring you another author friend…have a good one. Remember, comment and you win an ebook. Winner will be chosen 12/18 @5pm EST

Be blessed

Unoma

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