Tales from the muse. 👁 - Good will management.


Happy New Year again my people, We would normally talk about January with all the sales around but no extra finances to sponsor that new year retail therapy dash but we won't. we will focus on post Christmas euphoria , how good the turkey tasted and less stressed topics. It appears New Year resolutions don’t work for everyone so as the arguments rage on, we’re going to talk about habits and harmful sayings.
I hurt one hand a while ago and while I cradled it close against my body as it healed. The other hand had to do just about everything. Do you know how frustrating it is to wash the injured hand and not have it wash you back when it’s one of its sole responsibilities? You have to go unwashed or get help from other people’s hands. Now, the right attitude is to not do too much so you don’t tire it out or you’ll be screwed after all you’re basically one handed. That meant my house looking more somehow than I wanted it to but just as undesirable behaviour has to be managed, good will and good behaviour have to be managed too. It’s just like tipping that waiter that was ever so helpful especially when they didn’t have to be.

Have the back of the person or child who has your back. Nag. Call multiple times. Repeat instructions, motivate.
The person who answers you when you call. The one who doesn’t scream like it’s the end of the world when they’re hurt. The gentleman or woman in your life who assists you when you didn’t know you needed assistance. The person who always comes when you call, call them less and call the other one who tries to catch fourty winks first. Be a nag with better-parenting, building better relationships and good will management in mind. May we not rip the hand that lifted us when we were down out of its ball and socket joint with overuse this New Year, Amen🙏

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