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Stress Is Fuel For Growth, Greater Happiness, And Accelerated Success
The youngest heavyweight in the world boxing champion Mike Tyson once said, “Everybody Has a Plan Until You Get Punched in The Face”. The way I interpret this statement is that we have all gone through periods of success, and high confidence forgetting where we came from. And we all experienced levels of failures, setbacks, or injustices. What I am going to argue in this short piece, is that some of life’s setbacks can be turned to our advantage, converting the stress into mental fitness and abundance. I will also argue that most of the pain we experience is self-inflicted as we focus on the negatives and generate a lot of unnecessary noise and unrealistic deadlines.
By Andrea Zanon3 years ago in Confessions
remind me to remember
August 30th, 2022 Back in the early 90’s, my parents were determined to have a second kid. After having my sister in the late 80’s, they thought they were ready to take the challenge of child number 2. Years of unsuccessful attempts followed; and they had almost given up.
By Ms. Rodwell3 years ago in Confessions
Spring Cleaning. Top Story - September 2022.
I suppose we hide it well, like cobwebs our mothers hasten to dust away before an aunt comes to visit. But, it's there, silently knocking at the door. It waits to come in. Such is the residual wound of abuse and the horrid tales that accompany it. It leaks into my conversations sometimes, but mostly now it stays tucked away.
By Laura Lann3 years ago in Confessions
It's been a while
It's been some time since I sat down and put pen to paper, or more accurately, finger to key. Life has become hectic and full of the day-to-day activities that make my daughter frequent the 'I'm bored' saying and see my dogs sigh 50 times a day. But am I bored?
By Kayleigh Taylor3 years ago in Confessions
My mother the house keeper. Thank you, mom.
Been a minute since I wrote on here. I have this weird thing. This is all new territory for me. I come from an old line of...thinking? It's not thinking. Like I don't think women should only cook and clean. So easy now ladies. Draw those claws back now. I'm not saying that's how it should be. Nor ever have been. Not at all. But if someone wanted to do that be it man or woman, their choice 😁 See back in the day that's now it was. Look no further than my parents. I have amazing parents. I was very lucky that I was adopted into this family. My parents grew up poor. Both of them. My dad traded his high school car, a Plymouth Superbird for his first John Deere 410. I don't know why that's relevant. I'm all over the place here. I want to become a writer and I think I do have it in me to be one, but I think I need some guidance. People tell me I write way too much when I do and that I get off topic. But see, to me, from my view, how can you explain everything, how can I get the reader to feel what I'm telling them personally? You gotta make it personal to the reader I feel. And you gotta help them understand why you came to a decision you did and what was the factors of the decision and what made you ultimately decide on this. I feel it helps the reader understand more. Even if they don't agree with it, I like them to know how I came to the view I did. Anyways. I had a great childhood. My father while strict and kind of a "tightwad", lol, went from nothing to a VERY successful farm. In its heyday when I was growing up he farmed sometimes close to 3500 acres of row crop and had 200 head of cattle. I worked for him as early as I can remember. When I turned 14 I got an official job at HyVee Food Stores and mowed 10-15 yards in the summertime. My mother is a very religious person. Weird because no one in her family is. But she is. And dad, everyone in his family is super religious...but him. Ha. Anyways my dad has it good. Real good. In terms of when he comes home. He broke his back in a tractor rollover before I was even born. Had two metal rids put into sides but those broke in the early 90s. I remember the pain he was in growing up. Sometimes having to stop the tractor and lay down flat on the field for 15ish minutes. So he has worked his ass off all his life. My biggest hero. And why I feel so ashamed trying to get SSI. And even more, embarrassing because I'm struggling even with a lawyer and medical proof. But back to my whole original point. 🤦🏻♂️ My mother keeps her house immaculate. She uses to vacuum EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. Do curtains, wash dishes, make all beds, fold all clothes. She is the trooper behind the scenes. As So many women from the period were. I think this was late in the period when a woman was a housewife no more. Kate 60s. My mom worked part-time at a bank until she got hurt in a three-wheeler accident when I was 4. And couldn't stand or walk properly. But to this day, she cleans at least twice a week. Still folds their laundry and make their beds. She makes the guys (dad and his two hired hands) lunches and takes them to them when they are in the field. Whether it be planting season or harvesting. When she knows dad will be home she always has a warm meal waiting for him still. He doesn't know how lucky he is. Or does he? LOL, He knows. Trust me My mom found out she has osteoporosis and a week later fell and broke her ankle. Her ankle and back are the weakest areas. So she has been on a scooter and crutches and walking boots for a month. Dad was quickly reminded how good he has it. Lmao. I'll be writing soon about how back in the day guys married girls at 14 to have children. My grandpa was one of those. He and my grandmother were 15 years apart. They both were the nicest people who would give the shirt off their backs for you. Does that make it any better? Depends on who you ask and your stance on it originally. A few things I found out might shock ya. Thank you for taking the time to read my scattered mess. That's just me. Maybe my one unique gaff as a writer. Or someone who wants to write. I apologize to all the actual writers out there for calling myself one. I'm not. But I desperately want to be. My head is just exploding with stories and ideas. Some that would make a TON of money. I don't share my one idea as I don't want it stolen. So if you know anyone good at building a website and promoting... looks me up. And I'm 100 percent serious. I know my idea would work. I just don't know how to build a site or app. I tried Wix. Naw... It's not me. Lmao. Not smart at those. Anyways I have a doctor appt in 40 minutes and I'm 30 minutes away gotta Run.
By Coolest Bean 3 years ago in Confessions
Invasion of Privacy
My husband and I had been taking a shower while everyone was still home. I haven't been feeling the best so far this morning. So while we were showering my mother in-law is watching us. There was a darkness in her that I never saw. She almost looked angry while watching us.
By Emily Curry (Rising Phoenix)3 years ago in Confessions
Apologetic letter to my inner child
To my younger self, Where do I begin? Apologies are not our strongest point but I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you never got the chance to heal, my love. From traumas that seemed so trivial like parents' divorces, family arguments, moving states and adult problems. You are just a child how could have you had the chance?
By Rose Wright3 years ago in Confessions
The Little Girl On The Road
It was a Sunday afternoon, my parents decided that we were going to church together. Therefore, my brothers and I were bathed and clothed with some nice clothing. I took the little Holy Bible that my dad had given me the year before, and I held a beautiful purse, gifted by my elegant mom. My handbag matched my clothes and sandals. I assumed that I was pretty, without having any clue of what was going to happen that Sunday.
By Marie Cadette Pierre-Louis3 years ago in Confessions
On the Edge to Darkness
I feel like losing myself. I feel like falling into this drug that is you. You stay dormant in my head in front of the King of nightmares. You are holding keys to my heart that I fight to have. I opened my life to you only to find more wounds to be dug deeper. This drug feels so familiar. Like a drug that makes you an addict. I don’t know why or how to stop. I took a break and found a way to stop. I even moved on to a different type of drug just to erase you. Still, you emerge as if a lost soul looking for grievances.
By The Kind Quill3 years ago in Confessions
