humanity
The real lives of businessmen, professionals, the everyday man, stay at home parent, healthy lifestyle influencers, and general feel good human stories.
Love Yourself and Take a Bubble Bath
Recently, I made a change in my lifestyle. My mental, emotional, physical, and spiritual health was taxed to the maximum. Simply put, I was a heart attack waiting to happen. I didn't like myself. The lifestyle I was living wasn't what I had hoped for or wanted.
By E.L. Martin4 years ago in Journal
Risen
The alarm clock goes off at 5:55 am, and it's time to get up. I snooze a few times to laze for a few more minutes of shut-eye, but then I remember what it is I do for a living, and I spring out of bed. As I get ready, I prepare myself to be the best version of myself. Although I may wake up feeling the angst of fighting my depressive feelings, although I rise up against the thoughts that tell me, "remain in bed; the world has nothing for you," I get up. I love my job because I've been allowed to do more by caring for children who need it. This job that I love motivated me to become more focused on becoming the "superhero" I wished existed when I was weak. I work with children who have endured more pain than an anime fight scene where the hero is on the brink of death. They come with baggage, and they come with much outward projection of what they feel. I love my job because these brave and brilliant young men and women look at me as some sort of bright light at times. Their need to test my patience and drive me towards my specific limit teaches me who I am. They teach me that if I am patient and listen to them, I can help. It vicariously sharpens mine as I allow them to be themselves and use their tools from their toolboxes. I love my job because it fires my soul's wick, and the light source that is my soul carries my hollow body as flames have a hot air balloon.
By Jerry Salcedo4 years ago in Journal
"You Make Me Feel Alive Again"
A couple of years of tap and ballet in grammar school. Dancing like all teenagers in the ‘50s at sock hops and proms. Married at 17 to a professional drummer (had a gig on our honeymoon!). Jazz dance lessons for a year at 19. Square dancing for three years at a rate of five nights a week until my second husband became a square dance caller. In my 40’s, taking Bellydance lessons when I was single and 30 lbs to dance off! For the first half of my life, this was the extent of dance and music in my life. Not good enough to perform professionally, but loving every minute. And, I did lose the 30 lbs!
By Linda Beaulieu4 years ago in Journal
Three Degrees of Separation. Top Story - September 2021.
Happy isn’t the word I would use to describe my childhood. I’ll spare you the details besides the fact that it included kidnapping and abuse; this isn’t because I don’t think that my trauma narrative isn’t important, but because I want to highlight the important lessons that I’ve learned while trying to figure out who I am as a person, a scholar, and an employee. All you need to know is that I have had PTSD, depression, and anxiety since I was very young.
By R.C. Taylor4 years ago in Journal
The Power of Words
I always knew I would work with words. From the time I was ten and won the school spelling bee, I just knew. The word that helped me win was itinerary. And I realized somewhere, in some part of the world, that word meant everything. I made it all the way to the county finals. For weeks, I spent every hour, reading words from the dictionary like I could drink them and quench my thirst. And then I would use all of them in sentences and build stories and worlds and galaxies that transformed my life.
By Kemari Howell4 years ago in Journal
The Loss of A Dream
On the outside, she tried so hard to exude gratefulness. And she truly was extremely grateful ….. Yet on the inside she frequently found herself curled tightly into the fetal position willing deep breaths to manage the constant state of overwhelm.
By Maria Calderoni4 years ago in Journal
