Self–efficacy is a person’s belief in his or her ability to succeed in a particular situation.
Four ways we can build self-efficacy
1. Mastery Experience. In other words, PAST SUCCESS. Small and big wins from the past are GREAT ways to boost your current confidence. Create those wins, feast on them as you build your self-image as someone who succeeds (“That’s like me!!), and brings those past mastery experiences to mind when you’re facing current challenges.
2. Vicarious Learning. In other words, seeing someone else achieve the success YOU would like to achieve. The basic idea here: If they can do it, YOU can do it. KNOW that. DO NOT get envious of their success. Celebrate it. And say, “If they can do it, I can do it.”
3. Social Persuasion. In other words, someone tells you that you can achieve success. Like a coach. Or supportive parent or friend. “YOU’VE GOT THIS!!!” You can also persuade yourself through positive self-talk and an antifragile, confident mindset. And, remember to be the one persuading others of their potential!
4. Physiology. In other words, if you want to succeed, ACT like a successful person. Walk, talk, breathe, and carry yourself as if you’ve already achieved that which you aspire to achieve. Presence-101 style. Strike a power pose and go rock it
(Brian Johnson +1)
Brush away old heartaches.
Learn from our mistakes.
Another year is finally over.
A new dawn awakes.
Let the old year out.
Continue reading “A New Year by John P. Read”
Welcome the new one in.
Bury the bad things of the past
As a new year now begins.
Taking care of your body and your health should be a top
priority especially when developing your psychic abilities. Eat a
balanced diet; drink plenty of water, rest, and exercise. If you have a healthy
body, this will greatly help you in becoming more receptive.
Continue reading “Take care of your body – John Holland”
In the face of so much change,
what can I be sure of?
Rather dubious hopes,
I wave on these disillusions
in my long, useless illusion.
Time and age have given me
a different set of concerns.
I’m tired of change.
I prefer a pain that’s secure.
Vain hopes are for those
unaware of what they risk.
The definition of compassion: a sympathetic awareness of another’s distress, often through unconditional love.
What is the purpose of compassion?
Compassion is the quality that teaches that there is perfection in all things and that we are to have sympathy for others, even though they may not see things the way we do.
Compassion replaces judgment.
Continue reading “Compassion”
ऊँ गतत्रासाय नमः
Om gahta-traah-saaya namaha: One can use this mantra to reduce anxiety or trahasa by chanting it and calling upon Lord Ganesha to remove it.
The Literal meaning of this mantra in English is
“O Lord Ganesha, Please remove the anxiety caused to us”.
The mantra is inclusive of word Trahasa, which means anxiety.
(taken from Vedicfeed site)
Love, like rain, can nourish from above,
drenching couples with a soaking joy.
But sometimes, under the angry heat of life,
Love dries on the surface and must nourish from below,
tending to its roots, keeping itself alive.
Parents rarely let go of their children, so children let go of them.
Children move on, they move away.
The moments that used to define them,
a mother’s approval, a father’s nod, are covered by moments of their own accomplishments.
It’s not until much later, as the skin sags and the heart weakens, that children understand.
Their stories, and all their accomplishments, sit atop the stories of their mothers and fathers, store upon stone, beneath the waters of their lives.
Holding anger is like a poison
It eats you from inside
We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us
But hatred is a curved blade
And the harm we do, we do to ourselves.
No one is born with anger.
When we die, the soul is freed to it.
I wander through each chartered street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
And mark in every face I meet marks of weakness, marks of woe.
In every cry of every man,
In every infant’s cry of fear, in every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear how the chimney-sweeper’s cry
Every black’ning church appeals,
And the hapless soldier’s sigh runs in blood down palace walls.
But most through midnight streets
I hear how the youthful harlot’s curse
Blasts the new-born infant’s tear,
And blights with plagues the marriage hearse.