humanity
The real lives of businessmen, professionals, the everyday man, stay at home parent, healthy lifestyle influencers, and general feel good human stories.
Thinking about Roles I've played
I was thinking about all the characters I've seen in shows or read about in books and how archtypes do define us whether we know about them or not. There are many roles for us to play in a lifetime. We begin as someone's child, then when we are considered "grown up" or "adult" we take on other roles, sometimes big and sometimes small. Like a bagger in a grocery store is a small role, yet that doesn't mean the bagger is not an adult. Just not a super powered Boss in a stressful management position. I think the bagger role, even if it's considered small, is more like what I want to be about in this phase or stage of my life. I'm 52 and big responsibility seems to me too much stress that I don't want to spend whatever energy I have on. I'm usually good at coming up with ideas for businesses or those with money and ambition. I wish I could just be an advisor that could sell my ideas instead of being envious about not making money because I can't lead or create the enterprise. Regardless, I know that there have been many archtypes that have not only influenced my life, but that my life has emulated.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman3 years ago in Journal
Cart Before the Horse
A mystery to be solved at a later date, I suppose. Yet, in deep diving into the desert that is personal growth, it still powers a witching hour pacing session for two decades since it was introduced. It's the best thing for a restless night awakened from other obsessive nightmares topics. If I may break from the subject a second, I love a good paradox to meditate angrily like a trap without any binds or restraints to take it seriously. This one is forever tiresome and functions with a legitimate living specimen. The complete lack of vision in their vision, passion devoid of devotion, all with hope so worthy of ridicule, it'll jump-start adulthood and confound a mathematician from twenty-three paces. To this examination, my childhood, I warn of its effect can be a sort of spiraling infinitely without progress or direction of any validity. However, this enduring wooden rollercoaster that's beyond too creaky for that seventh loop. The Father mystery wears the mechanism to implosion to the point of a vacuous finality. If you can excuse the nauseating discomfort of too much cotton candy, it goes as follows: 'After your mom and I get rid of our car for an SUV for my hip, we're going to buy that house out in the country. Then I'll see about getting a job.'
By Willem Indigo3 years ago in Journal
Work-Life Balance
In today's fast-paced and demanding world, achieving a healthy work-life balance has become increasingly challenging. Juggling professional responsibilities with personal commitments can often leave individuals feeling overwhelmed, stressed, and disconnected. However, by implementing effective strategies and learning from real-life experiences, it is possible to create a harmonious and fulfilling equilibrium between work and personal life.
By Ogbelusi Ebenezer Oluwapelumi3 years ago in Journal
Manifesting Destiny
As If !!! After we moved out of my grandmother’s house when I was a pre-teen, we became poor. We went from a middle-class family life to an impoverished life instantly. Or at least it seemed that way to me. My mother chose for us to be poor, I thought. I was ashamed and I was angry. In all fairness, all teenagers are angry though. Mom was in banking and was not making much money. As a single mother of color with two children there was not much money to made in the 70’s. We had a roof over our heads and we had food. In our community that was winning. Mom was not able to sustain payments on our 3-bedroom apartment after awhile, so we moved to a one bedroom apartment that she could afford in a triplex on Coalmont Street in North Braddock. We lived on the 2nd level. It was small and uncomfortable to me. I went from having my own room to not having a room at all. I had no privacy. At thirteen years old, it was devastating for me. I often wore hand-me-down clothing, although mom denied that adamantly whenever I asked her about it later in life. We all did. My mother loved repurposed clothing even later in life. Nothing to be ashamed of in my humble option. My mother was an extremely proud woman. In her mind, she was always moving forward. She wasn’t taking government handouts and she was providing for children. She was no longer living in her parents home as an adult, so she was winning. Mom always presented herself flawlessly, as the queen she believed that she was. She would actually say she was a queen, long before it became rhetoric. She was very good at acting as if. We had a tiny black and white tv with tin foil on the antenna in our tiny living room but mom acted as if we did not. She once answered a client of hers when asked “do you have a colored tv?” She replied, “Why, I wouldn’t have anything else!”. When I asked her why she told the man that? She said, “Well it’s true. If I had a choice I wouldn’t have anything else. Right now, I don’t have a choice.” She drove a second, perhaps third-hand car, but we had plenty of food and we were clean. She was independent. No government programs for her! So she was winning. She never stopped striving during her life. She went back to school a couple of times during her life and eventually got that colored tv. So yes, I knew that we were poor. I never knew just how poor until I went away to boarding school.
By Karolyn Denson Landrieux3 years ago in Journal
N.J. Dad Gets Kidney Assist From A Soccer Mom
“Words can’t express how that act of selflessness has transformed me and gives me a new lease on life.” Dan received a life-saving kidney through living donation after battling advanced kidney disease for six years. This procedure is expanding the supply of kidneys and livers available to more than 100,000 people who are desperately waiting for an organ transplant.
By Mehak Abdul Rehman3 years ago in Journal
The Power of Journaling for Mental Health
In a fast-paced world filled with constant stimulation, finding moments of self-reflection and healing can be a challenge. However, there is a powerful tool that has been used for centuries to navigate the depths of the mind and promote mental well-being: journaling. In this article, we explore the transformative power of journaling for mental health. Through inspiring real-life examples, practical insights, and the integration of viral keywords for SEO, we aim to shed light on the incredible benefits of journaling as a means of self-expression, self-discovery, and healing.
By MUGISHA Rabsson3 years ago in Journal
Suddenly realizing that I am still small and not pretending...
I accidentally stumbled upon a video on Facebook with the content: "When someone likes you or confesses their feelings, do you feel happy? When I was in middle school and high school, I thought that the feeling of someone liking me, regardless of whether I liked them back or not, would surely bring me joy. It's like becoming the main character in a love story, where besides the leading man, there are countless supporting characters who are infatuated, pursue, and do anything for me. They even compete with each other to win my heart. That's how love is in movies. But as I grew up, I came to understand that when someone gives their affection to me, and does everything for me without expecting anything in return, that feeling becomes awkward and burdensome, almost like carrying a debt of emotions. If someone is already in my heart, I have no greed to seek the affection of another person. When someone likes me but I don't feel the same way, the more they try for me, the more touched I am, but it's just a sense of being moved, not love. Perhaps it takes going through the teenage years to truly understand that youth is a time when we selfishly live as much as we can. Sometimes I think the reason why love needs to go through such a big circle and pay such a high price is because it comes at the wrong time. When we finally have love, we lack wisdom, and by the time we have enough wisdom, we no longer have the energy to love with pure devotion. Even just having a crush feels so difficult now, so how can I love?"
By Nga Le Phuong3 years ago in Journal
