Humanity
I communicated with the sun
That time I wrote to it that I wanted to be her daughter, even if it was just for one day. I didn't expect it to say yes, and that you would not be treated badly if you were my daughter. Now I'm packing my bags to go live with the sun. I don't know what kind of room it will prepare for me. Hey, thinking about my heart is happy.
By Howard C Smith3 years ago in Confessions
Top punching pack in the whole world
Top punching pack in the whole world A boxing pack is a high priority in any exercise center or combative techniques region. This pack is utilized by fighters, warriors, and competitors. It tends to be hit persistently for exercise. It is circularly made of various textures and stacked with various kinds of material to help a specific weight. You can track down these sacks in various structures, including unattached and hanging. You probably considered what a punching bag holds if you've at any point seen one.
By Umer Farooq3 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
Deprioritizing Email Has Greatly Improved My Work Productivity and Overall Job Satisfaction. Top Story - August 2022.
For as far back as I can remember in my career the first thing I did everyday upon arriving to work was check and respond to email, it was also the last thing I did before I left each day. It was also the thing I did regularly throughout the day each day of each workweek. Checking and responding to emails has always been at the very top or very near the top of my priority list at work. The portion of my work time I spend checking and responding to emails grew each year, and seemed to neatly mirror my own growth within the business where I worked. As my responsibilities grew so did the size of my inbox. I prided myself at keeping my inbox and unread emails at or near zero and always responding promptly to each and every message no matter how unimportant or trivial. In recent years as the flood of emails reached record levels I devised ever more complicated systems of rules for prioritizing, categorizing, organizing, and storing emails into folders and subfolders, groups, and subgroups. I asked colleagues to explain their even more complicated systems so that I might learn from them and mimic their best ideas. It was an ongoing, uphill, seemingly never ending, battle against an enemy whose numbers were never depleted, and in fact mustered more troops to the field each and every day. I was just one man going toe to toe against this ever growing onslaught of emails and I was determined to never give up, never surrender. All of this effort was undertaken with one overarching goal in mind, maximizing the number of emails I could receive and respond to in the shortest possible amount of time, and always in priority order. Typically that meant that priority was assigned based on the senders rank within the particular business within which I worked, with those higher up the chain being prioritized above those below. Special deference would always be given to my direct manager, who's emails (almost) always took priority over anything else from anyone in the organization, including my own direct reports. Failing to respond within hours was shameful, failing to respond in the same day an unmitigated disaster, not responding at all, well, let's just say some things were downright unthinkable.
By Everyday Junglist3 years ago in Confessions
Wonderful Dreams
The sky, dark, dark clouds came with the wind rolled set. There was a "rumbling" sound in the sky. Loralei woke up with a start, but she was surprised to find that she was no longer in her original home. She walked around, and not far from there, there was a loud noise. Loralei walked over and found a group of people gathered there arguing about something. When she got closer, it turned out to be a bottle of something golden spinning in a bottle, and Loralei asked the person beside her, "What is that?" "You are not from our dream-seeking kingdom, are you? The bottle contains dreams, which are divided into gold, color, red, blue, and green, each with a different story. If anyone can capture the golden dream, the dream will grant him three wishes." "So how can I capture a dream?" "You first have to become a dreamcatcher."
By Bill Harp3 years ago in Confessions
Environment
The sky was cloudy and it was raining! I sat in front of my bed and peered at the little sprite that was ticking and dripping and hiding under the eaves singing a happy song. Without realizing it, I was mesmerized. In the distance, a thick gray fog was coming toward me.
By Howard C Smith3 years ago in Confessions
Traveler
Hello, I am a big-name traveler - a beautiful, lovely, generous, elegant, kind, kind, brave, white cloud. (A little exaggerated, yo!) I float around every day, and sometimes I get a task (rain!) And then rush to complete. When it's done, I'll go wander again. The sky is my home, I want to go where I go, relaxed, unrestrained. I also have many friends, and we have formed a spontaneous group, the "Raining Clouds" group. We also set up some codes. But often there is no task, then we will meet to go to the mountains and play, I just encounter something worth recording, will write it down. Here I am again, playing.
By Bill Harp3 years ago in Confessions
