humanity
The real lives of businessmen, professionals, the everyday man, stay at home parent, healthy lifestyle influencers, and general feel good human stories.
I am a Proud WAHM (Work At Home Mom)
***Please note this piece was originally written a few years ago. Before Covid, when most families had at least one person working a 'normal' job and it wasn't quite so hard to find a job. Before the cost of living skyrocketed. Before people started getting fired for refusing to be vaccinated.
By Analise Dionn4 years ago in Journal
His Secret Obsession
His Secret Obsession Mysterious Preoccupation Does Not Want the Perfect Woman at All Instead, he wants you to provide him with these three things... Spend how much time attempting to be the lady that you believe guys want? When it comes to ladies, it may be a lot. As a result, you spend so much time trying to make yourself appear beautiful and desirable to others. Meanwhile, you've been portraying yourself as amusing, fascinating, well-travelled, and not at all needy. Then you spend the rest of your time proving to him how great you are. I can't imagine what his future might be like with you at his side... The problem is that it doesn't function at all. It's never going to work.WHY? Why work so hard? You're taken for granted by the person in your life, or does he not really notice you at all? This is mainly due to his immaturity. It takes him a long time to realize a wonderful thing before it's too late. It's possible, though. Due to you completing all of his jobs for him.
By Tharindu Lakshan4 years ago in Journal
Why Many Vocal Writers Will Quit Vocal After Not Winning The SFS Challenge And What This Teaches Us About Longevitiy
You've got to love the American Dream. For our elders, it was a long journey of adversity with the hope of a better life. For my generation and neighboring ones, it seems to be closer to a get-rich-quick scheme. But not only do we expect money from our American Dream, we expect fame, often based on our perceived talents.
By Bonnie Joy Sludikoff4 years ago in Journal
How I Dove Back Into Fiction with Vocal's Summer Fiction Series
When I was a kid, I wrote stories all the time. They seemed to bubble to the surface constantly, completely out of nowhere. Looking back, I'm envious of my younger brain. I never stopped thinking of characters, names, plots, settings, and fictional worlds. I never seemed to run out of ideas, and I never got discouraged. I miss this creative younger version of myself.
By Sarahmarie Specht-Bird4 years ago in Journal
Therapeutic Fantasy of Mine
When someone said I lived in a fantasy world, I nearly fell off my unicorn. As a child, fantasy became the barrier between my peace and unpleasant realities that threatened my happiness. I powered my fantasy thoughts as a weapon against unpleasant notions, fears, bullies; you name it, my childhood imagination helped me ride the wave.
By Lori Armstrong4 years ago in Journal
75 Hard Day 3 & 4
Alright, days 3 & 4! Let’s get into it! So day 3 was slightly hectic, but a super fun hectic. I woke up super sleepy and stayed in bed a little later than normal. I made breakfast for my boyfriend and I and relaxed for a bit before heading to the garage to workout. I had just gotten my jump rope in the mail and was super excited to try it out. I did 15 minutes of jump roping then 30 minutes of strength training. Afterwards, my boyfriend and I went to the store. His family came over and we had a nice barbecue! While his family was over his sister and I walked our dogs for 15 minutes so I got some outside time in, then when they left I did 30 minutes of yoga.
By Emily McDonald4 years ago in Journal
NOT ALL POLICE ARE BAD COPS
Sgt. Dennis ‘DJ' Simmonds, who died in the line of duty seven years ago, is remembered by BPD for his service and sacrifice: Today, April 10, 2021, we honor the service and sacrifice of Boston Police Sgt. Dennis ‘DJ' Simmonds, who died seven years ago on this day after suffering a medical emergency as a result of injuries sustained during a shootout in Watertown with the attackers.
By The Blacksheepkid Collective by: El Pablo 1x4 years ago in Journal
September 13, 2001. Top Story - September 2021.
This story is from my blog: streetstoriesems.com On September 13, 2001, I was sitting around my union's office with several coworkers from different Brooklyn stations, awaiting transportation to Ground Zero. We were collectively living in a strange kind of haze after the biggest terrorist attack on our nation, and our city. We had been told to report to our union office if we wanted to assist in the rescue and recovery mission but no one there that day knew what to do with us at the moment. There was a row of telephones on a long table and one of them began to ring. I was the closest so I picked it up.
By Nancy Gwillym4 years ago in Journal
First Time on a Professional Film Set as a Paid Intern
As of uploading, the film discussed in this post has not been released, therefore will not be described by name. The images attached have had permission to post with the idea that it doesn't show anything impactful to the film.
By Gueniver Warren4 years ago in Journal
i forgot to remember
I felt my heart racing as I walked into the backstage waiting room. Sweat dripped down my face yet I barely noticed the heat, I was more focused on the fear in my heart. I sat in my row next to the people I had been singing next to all year. I had never been at a competition before for choir and I was ecstatic to perform. My leg bounced up and down as I listened to the group before us perform. I listened as 45 people became just a few voices. I listened as their harmonies blended and made a beautiful sound. They were good. I started to become nervous. I wanted to win. Of course this was not all about winning but it was a pretty large part, at least for me. My head shot up at the sound of my director talking. She said that we were going to be amazing and not to worry too much, this did not seem to calm my nerves, and by the looks of it, it didn't calm any other nerves. I plunged back into my thoughts, practicing the words of our songs in my head as to not forget them. This action actually made me more scared to forget the words. What would I do if I forgot? I could ruin it for everyone. It would be so obvious and everyone would blame me. I don't want that. I can't forget the words. I repeated them over and over again and the time began to pass faster. I was ripped from my thoughts by the sound of loud applause. Holy shit, I thought to myself, that is a lot of people. I had sung in front of big crowds before, but never ones who were judging me. My director signaled for us to stand. I heard the clinking of dozens of heels against the wood floors as we began to shuffle into our lines and proceed onto the stage. I felt my nerves fade away, strangely. They were replaced with excitement. I was beyond excited to sing some amazing songs and wow these judges. I took my place on the risers and took a deep breath as the piano played our starting pitch.
By Caroline Johnson4 years ago in Journal
