humanity
The real lives of businessmen, professionals, the everyday man, stay at home parent, healthy lifestyle influencers, and general feel good human stories.
Yet another treasure hunt
Having heard so much about "The Bins" from her cohorts and comrades in the creative community, curiousity and a deep-seated frugal nature demanded she explore. Horror stories had filtered down from disgruntled employees she'd met, so the mega-thriftstore had subconsiously slipped to the bottom of her preferred spots to bargain shop. Despite the anti-coporate stance she'd acquired as a 1960s survivor, having survived for years in poverty made such bargain-hunts a sweet indulgence for this grandma of five.
By Lindsey Grant5 years ago in Journal
The Captain's Log
“Drop anchor here,” Eugene barked from the stern of the Mele Kai. I scurried to undo the clove hitch and drop the beat-up anchor off the port side. I had become a quick study in the art of fishing. What had started as an impromptu summer job had quickly morphed into a daily ritual. Each day I would wake with the dawn and meet Eugene down at the boat-slip, his grizzled frownlines growing deeper into his sea-worn face as the sun climbed higher into the sky. His barked orders about the slack mainstay and the state of the tack, which had once been my constant companions, began to quiet as I gained my sea legs.
By Alexandra Olivero5 years ago in Journal
Services Offered by an NGO for Social Change and Development
Social change involves initiatives that focus on the betterment of society and all of its citizens. Such a change requires dedication and constant efforts. Facilitating social development for the benefit of people is the main objective of most Non-Governmental Organizations. Their focus lies in several areas, including education, healthcare, finances etc. These programs work towards the betterment of the underprivileged sections of society that are left ignored by other agencies.
By Vishal Kumar5 years ago in Journal
Drawing a Blank
Do you ever feel absurdly alone? I do. I feel it when I am surrounded by faces possessed by the most beautiful of stories. I will never know them, but I daydream about their possibilities. How outrageous is it to fantasize about the adventures constructed by Hemingway and Austin, when I am at a complete lack of words myself?
By Emma Bradley-Island5 years ago in Journal
I BEEN BLACK
Being a black business owner has been a consistent spiral of possibilities, leading to new connections with others like minded in their own personal projects. I studied graphic design at the university of illinois urbana champaign, but I didn’t finish. I was busy caring for a loved one who is now an angel, But my love for art never ended. I notice that I am not the only one in my field there are so many talented and skilled creatives giving me competitions for customers. Seeing my brother improve himself didn’t make me want to be better than him, but to be better than myself everytime I do something new. Soon there was an abroad group of people who noticed not just my attention to detail, but the hard work I would put in on assignments. In the black businesses I would work for lacked many things, including the lack of respect for their employees. A level of selfishness consumes my community, most of us have to learn this phrase “there ain’t nothing in these streets” the hardway. My area is surrounded by abandoned buildings, torn down by the dreams that built them. I learned what it meant to own a small business, mixing this with friendship could lead to self doubt then giving up; however, from the ashes we rise. I learned that you don’t stop living and new ideas come and become last week's newspaper, the experience showed me what I should do better from that point on in my life. My passion for art only grew with every mole hill, which seemed so much bigger when I was younger. I outgrew jealousy of the next big thing because I am one of many rising stars, but only seen when the sun sets. No one can carry the number one headband forever, there are kids younger than me writing featured films. My love for music showed me the redundancy of life, how everything follows a certain pattern like a math equation. I could manipulate what I know, producing different outcomes. Experimenting is how you find new things, my interest in science only made me want to dissect in detail everything that makes music. I eventually learned that as an artist confidence in yourself is gaining the ability to share your mind and way of thinking with other people. To be transparent with others is showing your vulnerability and compassion for them. Reflecting on myself has shown me history is important; it tracks the progress of life regardless of how that life is lived. For history to exist a series of events must happen, meaning you must do something whether you fail or succeed there is data to be analyzed. Doing nothing will result in the absence of experience, with experience you're more likely to get it right the next time you do it. Having a business takes trial and error, the hardest part about it is bouncing back after taking a loss that alters the way you think. This process is called “Reinventing yourself”, where you sort out the data producing new questions leading to many hypotheses. Guessing what things do and how they work before doing them produces information on whether you were right or not. This helps with adaptation, finding what’s wrong and adjusting your game plan, if you find yourself where you were then your path is no different than the staircases that lead to more stairs. Walking on a familiar path leads to the same result which isn’t always bad, and as society gets more advanced you notice the staircases moving. This is the moment when direction is lost, being a talented person surrounded by other skilled individuals I could do the wrong thing. Stab my brother or sister in the back for pennies when I can work hard on myself like my video game avatars. As a black business man my advice is to learn from your failures and you’ll always have new ideas in the positive direction. You are robbing yourself of your moment by choosing the “easiest” may not be as fulfilling as the long route, so let your awareness of responsibility grow overtime.
By La’Garyus Bonney5 years ago in Journal
Ten things – unrelated to work – that I am handing over to my H.R. coordinator when I leave next month.
This post started off with a working title along the lines of “Suggestions on how to hand over a job” but a little more than a hundred words into writing it, I read the paragraph back to myself and it felt like watching paint dry.
By Mike Dalley5 years ago in Journal
Towards better things
It was around 8pm that Peter liked most in the office. Free of distractions from colleagues who had long since gone home and his chance to reflect. He loved his job, perhaps a little too much and worked hard to become Head of Architecture at the age of 29.
By Lucy Joanna5 years ago in Journal
Knowing you know
The rain poured down in buckets over the small clothesline as it threatened to buckle under the weight of the waterlogged items. Kate stared longingly at the soaked green pencil skirt she had planned to wear to her interview in just under two hours. The absence of a suitable alternative meant a last minute dash to the shops was her only hope.
By Kristy Gowar5 years ago in Journal
Darkest Clouds
Far too many times she stumbled up the stairs and dropped everything in her arms, scattering papers and books everywhere along the tiled steps over the past few months. Today was no different. Everyday she kept to herself, picking up the pages and the books as she barely saw the rubber of shoes step around her as if she is the plague that everyone is so worried about.
By Alexandrea Justine5 years ago in Journal
