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I grew up with a slight stammer. I call it slight because I managed to escape a low of situations where I had to speak.
One time in secondary school it was time for prefect selection. My teacher asked me to go for the interviews. I was so nervous I stuttered badly when asked “tell us about yourself”.
I didn’t get past my name.
I didn’t get the slot.
I didn’t get past my name.
I didn’t get the slot.
Other events along the timeline but in summary it made me super conscious whenever I was in a gathering where I would likely be required to speak.
Then one random day (I think 2009/2010) I was speaking to a friend over the phone.
Much easier to rehearse what I would say.
She goes. You sound like Sola Thompson (Rhythms of the Night OAP)
Light bulb moment.
Much easier to rehearse what I would say.
She goes. You sound like Sola Thompson (Rhythms of the Night OAP)
Light bulb moment.
It was not a big deal but I loved Sola’s voice. I was encouraged. If I was able to minimize the stutter ... I could use the voice for good.
Somehow a random compliment gave me the much needed push to overcome anxiety over my speech. It put a positive spin on something I had been so negative about.
One compliment.
One compliment.
It takes absolutely nothing to be a cynic/critic. All you need to do is find fault. I mean one of the teachers who interviewed me for the prefect job really rammed into me. It was bloody.
But the nature of love finds the good and nurtures it. Not sure this was the point I wanted to make with this thread but my mind started thinking about how I can use this same lesson w.r.t my weight. 
