goals
Understanding your goals to help you achieve them.
A Time of Manifestation
Rue! I heard my grandmother Marley calling out for me. Yes, grandma what is it? Oh, nothing I just wanted to see your face. I have not seen you all day you. Agreeing I thought to myself yes because I was sort of not in the mood to be bothered. So, what do you and papa have planned for the day? We are going to lunch first and then hanging out at the senior center. Going to whoop them in some cards and dominoes I see. I looked across the room to where she was sitting in her faded brown rocking chair, today she wore a bright almost lime green blouse with a pink scarf. My grandmother had a peculiar sense of taste in fashion I smiled. she smiled back. Laying across the sofa I sighed and spoke, grandma I had the weirdest dream last night. I had a dream that I won the lottery I had five out of the six numbers and I won twenty thousand dollars. It felt crazy real grandma, I could even remember the numbers I have them written in my phone. Pulling my phone out and looking at the screen I started calling out the numbers from my dream. Nine, thirty-six, forty-two, twelve, twenty-one, nineteen. When she did not say anything I glanced over at her. Grandma why are you looking at me like that? Marley sat there looking as if in deep thought. Sweetie you might not believe me, but I had the exact same dream. Grandma do not make fun of me. No, really Rue the only difference was that it was one of the men family who won and not you. Are you just saying that to me grandma? No child, I had a similar dream. If I were you, I would go and play the lottery. Starting at her from the side I told her I would consider going to play. I am serious Rue go and play, there is a reason we both had similar dreams. What would you do with a big amount of money like that? Laughing her off I heard myself saying I don’t know grandma before changing the subject. I sat speaking with my grandma about forty-five minutes longer before I heard my papa making his way downstairs so that they could leave. Those two are as thick as thieves you would not find one without the other. Thinking to myself about how cute they are together. her thr outspoken spunky personality and him the mellow fellow as I liked to say. They are my heart and soul and if it were not for them, I believe my life would probably be much different than what it is today they had been there for me when I had no one else in my corner. I wanted to make them proud and was trying my hardest to do so, but I had to admit to myself that I stumbled more than necessary, and I knew that it frustrated them that she had always switched the direction she wanted her life to go in. It did not matter because every moment along the way had been encouraging.
By Raquel Wyatt5 years ago in Motivation
Building a Future
Philosopher Jidda Krishnamurti once said “the ability to observe without evaluation is the highest form of intelligence”. But don’t take his word for it. Krishnamurti wasn’t the first to acknowledge this, merely the first to put it on paper. Still, someone deserves the credit.
By Jessica Paige 5 years ago in Motivation
A Line in the Sand
She clicks the mouse, and the laptop comes alive in the gloom of her kitchen. It looks at her, knowingly. “Yes, I am awake and ready for action, but you, you are set to spend another day procrastinating,” it accuses, as the home screen blinks open.
By Michèle Nardelli5 years ago in Motivation
Metamorphosis
It all began one hot summer afternoon inside of my small bedroom in the Bronx, New York. My room was filled with Salsa music from downstairs, it made the room vibrate and all the frames gently moved. I never minded the vibrations, they kept me company. While sitting in front of the air conditioner daydreaming, observing the busy fruit markets across the street, I imagined myself with a basket picking fruits conversing with the local vendor. Oh, how I dream of talking to strangers and meeting new friends along the way… perhaps next time.
By Steffi Michelle5 years ago in Motivation
Welcome to my heartbreak
What other words can describe what I feel, what I felt when you told me it was over. My whole world collapsed with your words, your kisses, and your touch. I deeply felt that my world was ending because of you, Maria. I put everything in this; my future, my life, my heart.
By Rafael Ortega5 years ago in Motivation
Manifesting
It was just any other normal day for me. I woke up early and began the day with my morning routine. I cannot stray from it, or else the rest of the day will feel chaotic for me. I make my bed, write in my gratitude journal, drink some coffee, prepare my workout bag, then go head to Hot Yoga. I’d like to think I am a spontaneously organized free-spirit. My workout ends, I shower, then head home to get ready for work. I currently work at a sushi restaurant called ‘Chiba’, The owner is a retired race car driver and basically perfects every task there is. Guitar, surfing, recipes for the restaurant, you name it. With that being said, a lot of well-known wealthy people come into dine to support him.
By Emily Caulfield5 years ago in Motivation
Fortunes Agenda
Clem was pondering the laws of relativity from today’s lesson with Professor Sharpe whilst walking home from class. She stopped at the traffic lights as they turned amber. The girl next to her, who she couldn’t help but notice as she wore a floor length black dress, a large sunhat and sunglasses that were nearly as large, just ran on across. Clem herself wore a jacket and a woolen hat, as it was February, and the sun was nowhere to be seen. Some things fell from the bag on the girls back. Clem bent to retrieve the items, but before she could call the girl back, she looked up and seen her chunky soled boots peek from under her long flowing skirt and step onto the kerb opposite, and cars began whooshing past Clems face. She stood and took a step back from the traffic, clutching a small black notebook, and a velvet pouch.
By Charlotte Dodd5 years ago in Motivation
Am I Walking the Path or Only Acknowledging That it Exists?
I have been struggling with anxiety filled days. It happens when I have been writing, but not publishing anything on the websites. It is prolonged when I see that the return isn't much at all. I know this is a path I chose and that I have yet to explore all avenues for writing income, but some days it is hard to be optimistic about it. Then I try to rush writing the book and I end up with pages of crap.
By Tom Stasio5 years ago in Motivation
So You Want To Be a Writer
I've wanted to be a writer since I was a child. I bought three-ring notebooks, and filled all of them with wide lined paper so I had plenty of room for my large handwriting, and room to cross out mistakes and write in the correct sentence or words. I kept these masterpieces under my bed so I could refer to them when I needed inspiration, and also, so I didn't write about the same things over again, although most of my stories sounded eerily alike.
By Denise Willis5 years ago in Motivation
