You, I,… We All Are Reflecting
"Self-reflection is a humbling process. It's essential to find out why you think, say, and do certain things - then better yourself." Sonya Teclai
2020 has almost come to an end and is a time most people will reflect.
Not because 2020 has been too memorable rather reflections are synonymous with the year's end.
Some embark on deep reflections while others tend to lighter reflections.
Now, there are those whose reflections don't wait till the end of the year.
They reflect on the go…
Each day, they review, resolve, and take decisive action…
They don't wait for the resolution fever that starts at the year's end and gets lost in February.
Yet, there are those who need the year's end to get jolted into reflections and resolutions.
Whichever group you find yourself in, reflections are good. They are better when they translate into resolutions. They are best when these resolutions translate into actions.
After all, Socrates once said; "The unexamined life isn't worth living"!
And B.McGill said: "People who have had little self-reflection live life in a huge reality blind spot."
May our reflections bear good fruit!
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Nkeonye Judith IZUKA
love life & humor, simple, grounded, focused, tenacious, motivated, warm- hearted and a fan of nutrition
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