advice
Advice that will put you on the path to success; tips, tricks and nuggets of wisdom from trusted experts and motivational mentors.
The mind's imagination
I read a couple stories today on Vocal. Well, more than a couple. But two of them sparked an emotion I wanted to share. One that gave the writer’s personal opinions about who might win the latest LBB challenge, thank you Lili Jane. And The girl power tattoo, thank you Martina Dearing.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 years ago in Motivation
How we can all change the world, one flower at a time
There’s a slight misconception that runs through our mind. An idea that we can’t take hold and take charge of this ride we call life. It’s not really a feel good philosophy, but just a recognition of the truth. As individuals we interact with reality, and as a whole we make it come true.
By Rico Verse5 years ago in Motivation
Obsession
Obsession A brief forward before you read this. The beginning of this will seem almost like a journal entry however these are some tips and tricks I've picked up over the years for dealing with those times where your hobby threatens to consume you. I use writing as my example but it can apply to any hobby in life.
By Josephine Mason5 years ago in Motivation
A Letter to My Daughter
My Dearest One, This morning you woke up at 5:00 am, curls bouncing, mouth smiling, ready to start your day. This morning, your four-year-old self climbed out of bed and pitter-pattered to the kitchen, still dark, and sweetly asked for waffles and berries. As I prepared your breakfast, you sat on the couch flipping through one of your "comics" we borrowed from the library. I looked at you and wondered how it could be possible to be here, in this moment, with you.
By Emily Flanagan 5 years ago in Motivation
Building a World of Belonging:
"Oh, you're a PRINCE fan, huh?", he challenged, scanning me. "You ever seen Purple Rain? Under the Cherry Moon?" "Well, no... not yet", I sputtered, probably averting my gaze toward the floor. "Mm-hMM", he retorted as he shifted his feet, indicating that this conversation was just about over. "You watch those films, and then we can talk about you being a real Prince fan." And with that, he rounded the corner into the adjacent room.
By Orion Bradshaw5 years ago in Motivation
Nicinville
I didn’t choose this. But I guess nobody chooses how their life goes. We all get a hand of cards to play, some are lucky and get a flush, most like me get nothing and leave with nothing. But hey we take whatever we can and do the best with it. When I was five years old my mom dropped me off at an Orphanage, “Saint Paula’s home for children” wasn’t a bad place but it certainly wasn’t for me. The homemade me leave when I was eighteen, not like I didn’t plan to anyways. Today, my landlord kicked me out of my little neat house. I guess no one is sympathetic enough to let someone stay when they haven’t paid rent for three months. I had a minimum wage job, can you guess it? Yes, a waitress cliché I know. But it seems like renting a house was only meant for the wealthy. I’ve been trying to fit in anyway a single twenty-five-year-old orphan can. Though with my luck I should have seen this coming. All of my things are gone, even my notebook. Now I only have my old, rustic backpack, and a ripped, rugged tan jacket with its impossible to zip zipper and all its glory. I know I have nowhere to go and no place to sleep. So I started walking without a destination, it seems like I never have a destination.
By Summer Jordan5 years ago in Motivation
How astrological signs can truly define who you are.
"Sorry, I don't believe in astrological signs." That is the very sentence I often hear people say when the subject of astrological signs is brought up. And funny enough... I'd say the same. But although I don't believe in magic, I do believe that one's astrological sign can define one's future. Here's how.
By Kunipatootie5 years ago in Motivation
The Misrepresentation of a Wild Thing.
The man painted himself in all the wrong colours. He drowned his thoughts in whiskey and found his mirky likeness in the bottom of a glass. He got in quarrels and woke in foggy mornings, with a mirror of black and blue remember me bye’s, hiding his true features behind their inky stains. He rarely bathed, sitting in a bath seemed like a rotten thing to him, his black hair course and matted against his skin like some unwanted dog, though this man had house and home. Apathy soaked the room, drenching into the curtains and the walls, staining their colours grey. That same shade dripped its colours into the foundations of the house in tiny little percussions, like rain that causes the wood to rot and mellow, so that as he walked across the floorboards it fawned beneath his weight and he heard those same doubts creaking back at him, as if they were a real thing, a noise of the world and not a product of his own imagining. You see our man had fallen into the worst of sicknesses, the belief that he was a worthless thing.
By Marius Van Den Berg5 years ago in Motivation
Nicinville
I didn’t choose this. But I guess nobody chooses how their life goes. We all get a hand of cards to play, some are lucky and get a flush, most like me get nothing and leave with nothing. But hey we take whatever we can and do the best with it. When I was five years old my mom dropped me off at an Orphanage, “Saint Paula’s home for children” wasn’t a bad place but it certainly wasn’t for me. The children's home made me leave when I was eighteen, not like I didn’t plan to anyways. Today, my landlord kicked me out of my little neat house. I guess no one is sympathetic enough to let someone stay when they haven’t paid rent for three months. I had a minimum wage job, can you guess it? Yes, a waitress cliché I know. But it seems like renting a house was only meant for the wealthy. I’ve been trying to fit in anyway a single twenty-five-year-old orphan can. Though with my luck I should have seen this coming. All of my things are gone, even my notebook. Now I only have my old, rustic backpack, and a ripped, rugged, tan jacket with its impossible to zip zipper and all it’s glory. I know I have nowhere to go and no place to sleep. So I started walking without a destination, it seems like I never have a destination.
By Summer Jordan5 years ago in Motivation
