You will need courage to get out of a comfort zone:
Minoo Jha
· 4yWhy are people scared of telling the truth?
Because the truth may be hard to swallow. When it comes to the truth, each of us has a choice - one, to live in denial or find someone to blame, or two, to seek the truth (about ourselves and about situations and circumstances in our life) and then make the changes that may be necessary. I am strongly for the second option, as this piece I wrote indicates: Sincerely Yours We sign off our letters, Sincerely Yours. But are we sincere? Do people in our lives really know how we feel? Or do we hold back? Do we have secret thoughts and feelings about ourselves that we don't share with them? Do we have secret thoughts and feelings about them, that we don't share with them? We may think we have good reasons to keep some of our thoughts, feelings, and actions secret: If the hidden truth is about ourselves, the truth may be embarrassing or devastating. We are scared of our image being tarnished. We are afraid people will shy away from us, if they knew something about us. Some people were scandalized when I admitted being carried out drunk from restaurants in my younger days. If the hidden truths are, not about us, but about other people we deal with, it is because we may not want to hurt their feelings. Or we may want to keep the peace. Hidden truths can be small truths. Or big, devastating truths. A depression. A desire to end your life. A communicable disease . An addiction. Or just not being what, or who, everyone thinks we are. Examples: Perception: Everyone thinks you are rich. Reality: You are bankrupt. Perception: Everyone thinks you are an upstanding member of society. Reality: You have a terrible addiction, or you are, or have been involved in, some seedy underhand dealings where you used your power to use, manipulate, bribe, seduce, threaten, or deceive innocent, powerless, or vulnerable people. Perception: Everyone thinks you are pro-life and care about children. Reality: You have had children out of wedlock that you couldn't care 2 hoots about. Perception: Publicly, you are outspoken in your disapproving thoughts about homosexuality. Reality: You are a closet homosexual. The truth is a terrible and scary thing. When I suffered a depression, I initially hid it from everybody. It was my big, devastating hidden truth. You can see how the successful owner of a business, who seemingly has everything - " a great business, a fit body, a great marriage - would want to hide the fact she is depressed. And yet, the more devastating the truth, the more it needs to be poured from one heart into another heart. Even if the truth knocks you off your pedestal. For sure, having a depression knocked me off my pedestal as the "gal who had it all". But I knew keeping it a secret was not the right thing to do. If there was any hope for me to recover from it, it would come from sharing it with someone else, which I did. So these are my thoughts on the truth... I believe sharing the truth helps us more than it hurts us. Hopefully, this means you can count on me to tell you the truth. Just say, "Minoo, I want your sincere advice, " and I will give it to you. Sometimes I will give you the truth, even when you don't ask me for it. This is because truth has become a value to me. Which is why I am writing a piece about it. Signing off, Sincerely yours, Minoo
You will need courage to go against stereotypes:
Minoo Jha
· 6yWhat is the best way to become successful as a woman?
Hi, You asked, What is the best way to become successful as a woman? I started off as a dependent cry baby. I became a strong, independent woman. Here’s how I did it (reprinted from a post with the same title on my blog). How I Went From A Girlie Girl to A Strong, Independent Woman It Doesn't Matter Where You Started, What Matters Is Where You Plan to End I learned to live alone. I learned to drive. I learned to make my own decisions. I learned to manage money on my own. I learned to value myself outside of a relationship. I learned to value what was in my head and heart, over the way I looked. I changed my focus to what I did, and how I acted. I stopped measuring myself against traditional ideas of ‘feminine’ success. I stopped identifying myself with my child’s successes and failures. I started setting boundaries on what I would, and would not, accept. I stopped being passive-aggressive, and learned to speak up. I started handling more things on my own. I became more self-sufficient. I started getting involved in things I used to hand over to men. (While I do not know how to fix my car, I get fully involved with every repair – researching the facts and becoming knowledgeable – whether it’s the blend door actuator on my air-conditioner, or a rack and pinion steering issue.) I learned to take charge, and make choices which made the most financial sense, covering all the bases - my housing, my car, my taxes, my insurance, my investments, my utilities, my child’s education, my health. I learned to make my voice heard through my blog. I learned to stop second guessing myself, and beating myself up for flaws or slips. I learned to take risks. Finally, I learned it does not matter where you started. What matters more is where you plan to end. So this is my advice to you: Sit at the table. Take smart risks. Seek challenges. Pursue your goals with gusto. And know, you can do it, exactly as you are. You are enough.

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