Are there any activities or hobbies you’ve outgrown or lost interest in over time?
Change; only thing constant.
Losing interest in something is distinct from outgrowing it. Everyone experiences the passage of time and changing circumstances. As I grow as a person, my life continues to evolve through various processes that are yet to reach their final stage. When it comes to hobbies and activities I enjoy in my free time, many factors come into play.
Outgrown, you say? I find that my interests shift because of circumstances. Our preferences can change for many reasons. As a teenager, I loved playing cards, soccer, and Ludo. I had the luxury of time then, being young and single. Yet, as time passed, my desire for those games transformed. It wasn’t an act of outgrowing; rather, I simply found myself with less time due to new priorities.
I discovered a passion for reading and writing. Realizing I could positively impact others while also enriching my own life led me to focus more on these pursuits. Consistency is essential for success, and I strive to enhance my writing and research skills. While I have outgrown some childhood games, I still cherish many from my teenage years. Circumstances have changed, and priorities have shifted, but that’s the essence of life.
Given the health problems associated with sugar intake, I find it difficult to eat much candy. I wouldn’t say I’m a fan now, but that wasn’t always the case. Unlike my children, who sometimes cry for candy every day, I wasn’t raised with it. At my age, I can barely remember the names of any candies other than Haribo; surprisingly, I even miss the names of the candies I currently buy for my kids each month. That’s how little of a fan I am.
Nevertheless, my favorite candy is Haribo because it contains less sugar than others and is also chewable. When I have a craving, I often open a pack and take out three or four pieces for myself, leaving the rest for my younger children. I’m allergic to sweetness, especially to high sugar levels, making me uncomfortable whenever I accidentally consume too much.
At some point in live everyone loves candy!
For the past fifteen years, I have suppressed my desire for anything sugary. I even went so far as to drink my tea and coffee without sugar until my doctor informed me that my sugar levels were low. At that point, I began to add a small amount to my teas and coffees. I always got goosebumps when I saw how much sugar my coworkers put into their tea; their reactions to my unsweetened drinks were quite surprising. Although they often complimented me on my choices, I understand their preferences.
Sugar is addictive, much like caffeine and other products, and since the recommended consumption levels are not well-regulated, we often ignore the consequences of excessive intake. Some parents give their children too much freedom when it comes to candy, leading to habits that can be difficult to break later in life. Understanding the importance of managing sugar consumption, I have made it a priority to regulate my young children’s candy intake to avoid the serious health consequences associated with it. Nevertheless, everyone loves candy at some point in their lives.
If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride. It’s already ten p.m., and I’ve finally convinced my six-year-old daughter to go to bed after enjoying the excellent noodles I served her for dinner. I’ve been busy all day, having had a very stressful week at work, with today being my first rest day of the week, which I must admit is not a rest day at home. I got up early to drive two of my girls to school, not minding the fact that as a night shift worker, I had to be home after three a.m. Please note that I am not writing to beg for sympathy for my current situation because it is my choice and my duty as a parent. A husband and father.
I am surrounded by love, care, and the duties that come with being a parent because I have two girls, ages three and six, respectively. On my way back from dropping them off at school, which was a fifteen-minute walk away, I recalled that I had a driving lesson at 9:15 p.m. As I hurried home, I noticed my instructor parked next to my house. Unprepared to drive right away, I hurried inside my house to get my sheet schedule and, just for convenience, have my shoes changed. My heart is racing; I haven’t gotten enough sleep or rest, and even though it’s not a workday, I have a full itinerary for the day. I prayed that I wouldn’t make any serious driving errors today.
The class lasted for one hour. Although it was not very easy, I succeeded. I knew that under pressure, my driving lessons seldom went well, but I was stuck with my schedule and had little to no alternative. If wishes were horses indeed, I was relieved when the driving lessons were over. I went home and ate breakfast as quickly as possible. I was reminded of my copywriting assignment from the online course I recently registered in when I noticed my laptop on the table. After completing lesson 04 on storytelling two days ago, I found the homework challenging due to the given directions.
Boo-boo cold and wet🥰
After searching the internet for suggestions and ideas, I saw that it was already 11:45; I had to pick up my three-year-old daughter from school. Oh, hmm. I hissed. I got dressed once more, grabbed my scooter, and opened the door to head out, only to discover that it was pouring. Rain and snow are the day’s weather forecast predictions. You have to fulfil your obligations as parents. I want to avoid giving in to the school administration’s request to pick up my children later than expected, so I take my umbrella and head out into the rain.In spite of the wind and rain, we managed to get home. While it was true that the rain got us wet, we were also washed. When we arrived home, my daughter was ecstatic; despite the rain, she was chanting, “Rain, rain, go away, and come again another day,” lilubally. This time, it was past noon, and after we ate, she fell asleep. I carried on with my copywriting task. I dozed off for an hour because I was so exhausted. It’s already 3 p.m., and time to pick up my first kid from school. I jumped on my scooter and rushed to school for the third time. We arrived home within twenty minutes. My leg shook and my eyes were heavy, my project and blog post were unfinished, and I knew rest was far away.
I apologise to my readers, subscribers, and followers for not posting on untoldrealities.com for approximately a week; it was unintentional and due to circumstances beyond my control. I looked at the prompt questions every day, but I was unable to write. But this is my life right now, and if I ever needed a break, it would be from my job because, no matter how difficult the sacrifices I made for my kids were, I would never regret being there for them when they needed me most. If wishes were horses, I would rather take a lasting break from work than not spend time with my children.
Write about a few of your favorite family traditions.
Thanks to Dad and Mom.
(It’s not about the tradition but the Aim of the tradition!)
Traditions are defined as a series of recurrent rituals, behaviours, and activities that have been practiced and passed down through generations. Indeed, family customs can vary by town, country, and continent. It can be both ornate and simple, reflecting family ideas and values. For many people, it includes physical or actual activities like family dinners, camping, family vacations, and extended family games, to name a few. Which is determined by the point of origin. Whatever customs your family has, they are honoured.
However, the idea of writing about this topic cast a heavy shade over my spirit in terms of my family’s priceless memories. It reminded me of my late parents and their insistence on our upholding family traditions.Their efforts to ensure that we all adhere to it continue to this day, even after they are gone. We, like every other family, have an annual vacation ritual; regardless of where we live, we return home every Christmas to spend quality time with our parents. Have a discussion together. We eat together, visit our fields, and go to church together. play and dance together . Both single and married. Even married people visit along with their wives and children.
Forever in our hearts 💕
But the most fascinating part of my family’s traditions isn’t what it might seem. Rather than the yearly vocations, dinner dates, farm visits, church, and dance, my parents’ goal is for us all to follow the tradition, which speaks to the love, unity, and affection that exist within the family. The conversations and outward manifestations of everyone utilising our time together to strengthen the family’s bond against those who would have us do otherwise.
Our parents instilled in us the importance of caring, helping, bonding, and looking out for one another. And their presence kept it in check until death arrived. I feel that any current family custom is primarily dependent on the prospective parents. Their intentions, as well as their vision and presence. I was unable to attend my late mother’s burial last Christmas, and I despised myself for it; as a result, I missed the annual custom of having all of my siblings together for the final time.
As much as it terrifies me that with our parents’ deaths, it may be difficult to maintain the physical annual tradition and rituals that accompany them, but the bond, love, devotion, and care they instilled in us, their children, will always be practiced and retained. However, with each of us having our own immediate families, our parents fulfilled their purposes and course of our tradition because, in turn, we are ensuring that our children have the same bond of love, affection, unity, and care for one another that our parents instilled in us through our family tradition. Permits me to say: When tradition fulfilled its course, it becomes human. We are our tradition.
Pleasant moment that I aspire to have for the remainder of my life.”
Having a good time involves a variety of activities. To be honest, I can’t recall the last time I set aside time for fun. The situations that I find fulfilling are different and frequently hard for others to comprehend. Having fun can sometimes help me decompress from stressful situations. I adore reading and writing because they are enjoyable activities that make me feel happy. The most intriguing aspect about writing, though, is that I can write well under pressure, while working, on my breaks, in noisy environments, and in other seemingly challenging situations. I utilise it to separate my soul from situations that deflect me of positive energies.
Family time❤️
However, reading in public required a higher level of concentration. I prefer to read in a peaceful and quiet place since it energises my soul. Sometimes with a tuned down country music on the background.I began writing at a young age in the hopes of one day shaping people’s lives via my work and being known for it. It makes me glad today that people all over the world have seen and liked my blog post. Thank you, WordPress and social media networks, for making my goal come reality. Speaking of fun, I enjoy dancing and listening to various types of music.
I rarely have this kind of fun time, and when I do, I enjoy myself completely because I put all of my troubles aside and focus on the here and now. Yes, dancing and listening to music help me feel better. Going out every weekend and playing football were previously part of my fun times, but as I’ve grown older and seen a significant change in my personality, I’ve realised that life is what happens when we are occupied with other things.
Aside from writing and reading, spending time with my family is currently the most pleasurable and entertaining period of my life. One of the blessings I hope to enjoy every day of my life is spending weekends with my wife and children, playing and watching films together, eating, and conversing. Yes, these are my five favourite interesting facts. How about you?
If you could make your pet understand one thing, what would it be?
I am all ears
Currently I own no pet, but will acquire one in the future. Because they exhibit many of the deepest human impulses and traits—love, talk, listening, emotions, and even running errands—pets are much less human. Although it can occasionally be challenging to engage with them due to their non-human form and communication differences, however technology and animal trainers have made it easier than ever to converse with pets. I could help my pet understand that I’m always there for them. They should feel free to confide in me about their issues and concerns as long as I listened to them and offered assistance.
Pets are more empathetic and affectionate than humans, rarely refuse our calls for help, and are willing to sacrifice their lives for their owners. However, in spite of all this love, they frequently struggle to communicate their concerns and issues, which makes it tough to empathise with their emotions and pains. Or maybe it is a result of differences in our channels of communication. If I have the power to make them understand, it is for them to understand my willingness to hear them out and reciprocate their genuine affections for me without asking anything in return.
Write about your first name: its meaning, significance, etymology, etc.
Funniest thing about my name
It never occurred to me to write about my name before now. Thanks to Prompt for bringing this to my attention. Regarding my background beliefs, origins, and ancestry. A name is more than just a mark of identification; it also represents history, lineage, beliefs, circumstances, and, to some extent, expectations . Igbo people attach numerous aspects to their children’s names and take them seriously since they believe they have the potential to manifest in their lives. The meaning of a name’s etymology varies among individuals. My name is broken into three halves, and I answer to whichever one is called. It’s pronounced Obianujunwa. Many people call me Ujunwa, although few call me Uju. I prefer the last one because it’s short, sexy, and profound. 😁
Uju
Igbo names, as I mentioned before, are related to the situation at the time of birth or event, which may be past, present, or future. superstitions, beliefs, experience etc. Obianuju translates to “born amid plenty.” Nwa stands for children. When you combine these factors, you are born into a family full of children; in fact, I am my parents’ seventh child. You can now see why the name was chosen. 😁 Although it’s considered a feminine name, some people have male children named Obianju, much like me. In any case, their motivation can differ from my parents’.
My close family and close friends name me Uju, which means plenty. The funniest thing about my name is that when I’m called in public, people occasionally question me why I go by it since they think I’m a man rather than a woman.
Leadership is the capacity to take charge of a group and become a key figure in any organisation or entity. It makes sense that anyone can have the qualities of a leader in the same situation, but only a select few are able to lead an organisation to success. Speaking of success, an organisation is considered successful when its employees’ potential is fully realised and well-cared for, in addition to when it meets its financial objectives. Although discussing all of the numerous attributes of a successful leader would require a significant amount of time and space, I will attempt to provide a summary for our convenience.
We all are leaders, but not all are good at it.
A leader should have these attributes in addition to integrity, empathy, and effective communication; to be respected by those under their direction, a leader must be a person of impeccable character who can see problems not only from his or her own point of view but also from that of other colleagues who are also skilled at communicating with everyone. powerful, determined, and visionary. A person cannot become a good leader if they lack vision, strength, and focus. The leadership traits and structures of an organization determine its level of success.
An organisation needs a strong, determined, and visionary leader with a set of short-term and long-term objectives rooted in every action. A good leader leads by example, and it is not just found in corporate settings; it can also be found in our homes (families). Clubs, age groups, schools, etc. The people credit a good leader and not otherwise. All of us are leaders, but not all of us are very good at it.
Of all the animals, I love dogs the most. There’s a reason it’s dubbed “man’s best friend.” It loves without conditions and has a strong emotional sensibility. We had a dog named Jimmy when we were kids. In addition to being a loving and amiable member of our family, she also protected and guided our house. Maybe my early interactions with Jimmy shaped my love for dogs.
I have occasionally made a self-promise to purchase one specifically for my children. It has recently come to my attention that my young daughters who have not had the opportunity to spend time with these beautiful animals have grown to feel a deep affection for them as well. My youngest daughter in particular makes me think of how I felt and still feel for man’s best friend when I watch her interactions with dogs on our walk to school. For the fifth time, I asked her if I should get us a puppy 🐕, and her response was as strong as the first time: perhaps it’s time, but our only issue is still the state of our living area and cost of nurturing one.
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