#staysafe – inside her broken mind

Its 14 days until Christmas!

“Its the most wonderful time of the year” we are in the in the Christmas season and I am really excited about it. Although some of our traditions will not be done this year I am indeed grateful. Christmas holds different meaning for everyone as for me, its when we celebrate the birth of Jesus. Yes of course I do enjoy the festivities the season as to offer as well, but celebrating Christ birth supercedes all.

Let’s talk about one of the traditional events that Jamaica is known for, maybe mostly by the citizens, but why not share? So Grand-market is one of those things almost everyone looks forward to. At this time, the streets main cities throught all fourteen parish, are laden with vendors. These vendors rangers from selling food to clothing, just a long variety of things. That this time persons try to dress dapper and chic as possible. This is also a time when you get to go out with friends and family, staying out, buying a lot of things, especially toys if you have children and basically whatever floats your boat.

This will not be the case this year,as social distancing needs to be done in order to flatten the curve. But there are so much to be done. Like getting a Christmas tree, ensure presents are well stock underneath it, if you are into that. Help out a neighbors who is in need. You can even save that money. Most of all spend sometime with Jesus.

Christmas is not over because we cannot go out or travel, this is you chance to be innovative, making some new that can possibly live on for generation to come.

Second Impression

Words that matter

In my heart of hearts, I believe that God lines up destiny and he align moments perfectly. A while back I met a doctor and my first impression was not good, it pretty much left a bitter taste in my mouth. While everyone would voice how much of a good person this doctor was, I remain too hooked on the past to even give the doctor the time of day to redeem himself. For a short time I was very petty.

Recently, I had another impression of this doctor, after I decided to move pass the incident and try to see the “good” in him. I can firmly say I am happy I did. He is a doctor who actually listens, take advise and is extremely thorough in is job, and as a health care worker this is well appreciated.

They say first impression last and I do believe this but I also believe that second impressions are important too and can be just as lasting.

Take a second look. Second impressions are just as good.

The wait

Words that matter

Just like that an ordinary Monday morning becomes one of the worst day of your life! I have always been anxious when someone says “we need to talk” or “I have something to tell you”. Then you have to wait a very long time to actually hear what they have to say. That was exactly what happened to me on Sunday night into Monday. Being told someone needed to speak with me “urgently” and I had to wait eight (8) long hours before hearing. So I had to sit, and constantly go through the archive of my mind, retracing my steps to see where I went wrong or messed up

The Nightmare Begins

It was about 7:35am Monday morning when I got the awful news. As the ICN revealed the “urgent” news I stared at her in awe. Too shocked to move and no words to speak. The very thing I dreaded was now in my very lap. The apologies came,but for me it was utterly meaningless brcause apologies cannot erase or undo what had been done. The game plan I had for this situation had not yet been fully completely and as such i had to reorganize my plans to facilitate this misfortune.

The Waiting Game

The wait begins now, as I make my daily dairy log. Checking my temperature and for any symptoms that may develop. Anxiously awaiting my swab date, to undergo a procedure I have always dreaded. But I trust God who is the author and finisher of my faith.

Rainy days

Words that matter

Recently my country was subjected to several consective days of intense rain fall. As cliche as this may sound, I must say, for a while many of us did not think it would stop. In the space of mere weeks two hurricanes passed by my little island and although we were spared from the full effect of the hurricane, the trial it left behind was brutal. Things once taken for “granted” had now found its owe signiciant space in our hearts.

Known for its beautiful, lush vegetation and emaculate scenery, my fellow citizen and I were forced to watch as the rains pelted crops and destroyed roads as well as caused mayhem in the lives of its victims. Many news of severe flooding, lost of lives, completely destruction of roads and landslides filled the press. This was a very hard period but gradually the rain slowly stopped.

What the rain taught us

The rain opened our eyes as to how tunneled our vision had become since the start of this Covid pandemic. It had created somewhat a veil over our memory that we are in what is dubbed the hurricane season. Much like life, we sometimes allow our vision to be so narrowed by certain circumstances that may arise with the sole intention of crippling us or leaving other critical areas of our life unattented to. Which inturn does more harm than we had anticipated. So what has the rain taught us! It taught us to find balance and not to allow any one thing to hold us or our focus hostage. How to find new ways and means of coping with sudden misfortune and how to adapt our previous plans to accommodate this misfortune as well as how to be grateful for the little things life has to offer.

I do sympathize with the countries that we dealt a heavy blow and hope that there ecomony will gradually find it footing amidst hurricanes and the global pandemic.