Emotional Intelligence

I’m gold with a flaw or two
After speaking to my best friends after midnight (for real have those conversation late at night) I understand that awareness is cute but emotional intelligence is the key.

Checking yourself, in terms of your thoughts, reactions, moves and then correcting yourself takes a lot of self power. Self correction only happens when you are brutally honest with your own flaws. Cause flaws in my opinion are the add on but the second these flaws get toxic something has to give. If your ”flaw” is messing with your mood, mental health, your relationships or even your money you need to understand they are not flaws they are self destructive qualities.  Seriously, sometimes judging yourself from an stranger’s point of view without making any excuses is drastic but needed. So ask yourself some questions.  Are these flaws toxic? Do these flaws hurt me and others? Am I just being petty?  Would I accept these flaws in someone else?

To become better takes commitment. I am talking about the type of commitment where self love is a fact and is not based on certain conditions.

Are you ready to commit to yourself first?

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Lost girl went to Africa

We have all answered and even asked the question: ”Where are you really from?”. I knew where I was from in terms of my ethnicity and heritage but I had no Somali identity to speak of.  When it came to my Somali culture I was clueless, speaking the language felt like a war in my mouth and having an emotional interest or feeling invested in my community (here in the West or the one in Africa) was non existent.

Two days after my 25th birthday I separated from London town and embarked on the most beautiful journey, love affair, fairy tale, story with Mama, yes Mama Africa. East Africa to be exact. You would think that an adult  that has a degree in  HUMAN GEOGRAPHY  I would have at least Googled.. ANYTHING about what to expect in Mama Africa, right? No, not me. I did not research, present some questions to my family or even try and  create  a concrete plan about what I was going to do there. All I knew was that London town and I  were not a good terms, the love was not there and I felt that London town (the place where there are endless opportunities) was not letting me grow. Yes, it does sound that this trip started off as a quarter life crisis/ melt down  and that I was focused more on leaving than actually arriving somewhere else. In all honesty, I was ready to be in a place where everything was new and different. East Africa did that for me in ways that I did not think were possible.