goals
Understanding your goals to help you achieve them.
Declutter Despair
Let me be clear right from the beginning: I love my husband. I do. We've only been married three years but in that time I have discovered that there is a lot of truth in the saying "opposites attract". We are so different in so many ways. We follow different football teams, which makes for some interesting winter weekends when our teams are battling each other; we have diametrically opposite ways of dealing with drama in our lives, I can be a drama queen, he just says “get over it”; I am musical, he is not; I have hobbies, he does not. I don't need to go on. The difference that gives me the most grief though, the thing that will make me retreat to another room and refuse to discuss it, is that I am sentimental about my stuff: very sentimental. He is not. To him, if something hasn’t been used for three months, it has no business being in our house.
By Gillian Kirkbride5 years ago in Motivation
Daydreams vs Grey Realities
On top of the fact that I have been diagnosed with depression, anxiety, and PTSD a month ago, breaking up with my boyfriend yesterday and it hasn’t even been a full twenty-four hours, I just got fired today from a new job I got. I had my first two training-emphasis on “training”- days just last week, one on Thursday and again on Saturday. It is now Monday.
By Kota5 years ago in Motivation
The Hidden Message
At 17 years old Dee was a confused teenager in her senior year of high school. She had just found out she was pregnant. “What am I going to do with a baby”? She thought quietly as she stared at the pregnancy test. Her mom had tried to tell her about the birds and the bees, and the many things that could go wrong by having a child at such a young age. As the tears streamed down her face she felt lost. “ Why didn’t I listen to my mom, why was I so hard-headed?”, she thought to herself. She had so many plans, to finish school, go to college and get a degree as a business professional. That night Dee stayed in her room crying all night long not knowing what her life would turn into. She didn’t even know how to contact the father of her child since they had stopped speaking a month earlier. The next day Dee slowly walked to her mom’s room where her mom was peacefully studying and knocked on the door. “ Come in girl, why do you look so down?” Her mom looked at her with a confused but concerned look in her eyes. “Mom I’m pregnant”, she whispered. “What did you just say, speak up”? Her mom asked. “Mom I’m pregnant”! As the tears filled her moms’ eyes, Dee knew she had broken her mom’s heart. “Dee, I love you and although I’m hurt we will figure this out together”.
By Dedrekia Houston5 years ago in Motivation
What the Road of Self-Discovery Really Looks Like
You know how you find yourself in these deep, intricate thoughts that feel more like stories you're telling yourself and you have this big aha moment interrupting you mid thought that yells out, " Yoohoo, you should be writing this shit down!"? Honestly, I have those moments all of the time. I dunno know. Maybe it's just me. My brain is literally going constantly. I wish I had some kind of device thing I could implant into my head that would literally transcribe the thoughts that run through my head as they are flowing because whoa, like whoa. Sometimes I can't even catch up to them myself. Trying to go back and recall them to write them down, well, they've already mutated and twisted and turned like a hundred times. If we ever get the chance to become robots, my hand is up y'all! I swear my brain needs some kind of processor or something. That's my little sci-fi wishlist moment... You get used to me, I promise. Or maybe you don't. Maybe you just keep coming back because you find me interesting and entertaining.
By Laura Tran5 years ago in Motivation
Unexpectedly Extraordinary
Since I was about 7 years old I’ve always been a big dreamer. Starting off aspiring to one day be a firefighter, a Nurse, a Psychologist, a Teacher, a Singer, a Rapper, a Videographer and the list goes on. I’d sit for hours writing in my little black, poorly constructed, book of how extraordinary my life would be once I turned twenty two years old. If only I knew that at twenty eight years old I would still be writing in that same little black book about dreams I would never aspire to be. I would only grow to be a basic human making minimum wage at a local internet company in a retirement state of no excitement. I’d play lotteries but I’d never win; I’d fantasize of having basic necessities that others around me achieve effortlessly. I would be denied at every advance to be better. I would invest and lose, I would even participate in “helping” my local community; when to be honest, I was the one in the community that needed help the most. I would even be so basic so ordinary that I would get a chance to pocket a $20,000 donation that was misplaced into my personal account, and no one knew, that my heart and my basic, so ordinary, mind would return every penny to its rightful owner. Of course they would be so thankful that I would get so much praise from the community for simply doing the right thing. They would say that I am truly “unexpectedly extraordinary” and that I am “wealthy” in ways money couldn’t amount to.But what does that even mean? How am I wealthy but still dust bowl broke? Well once I get home and prepare for my next ordinary day, I sit and open my poorly constructed little black book and I read over all of the dreams I had aspired to be and I would ultimately agree that turning in that unexpected fortune definitely made me “unexpectedly extraordinary”; but not in the way the community saw. It made me unexpectedly extraordinary in a sense that I was exactly where I started when I was only seven, doing the right thing. Believing that the good I put out into the world would be returned. In a sense of “good karma”. How naive could I be? Did I really get a blessing of someone else’s mishap and turn around to reject that blessing? I began to hyperventilate, realizing that my life was mediocre so unnecessary that even if given the opportunity to advance with twenty thousand dollars, it just wasn’t in the “little black book for me”. Even if I wrote in my little black book an elaborate plan to take back what wasn’t mines to begin with, would it even be worth it? Would I get caught? As I thought about conjuring up this extraordinary plan to steal from a nonprofit organization I began to second guess and my weak heart and mind turned against me. Was it unexpectedly extraordinary that I returned what wasn’t mines? Was it unexpectedly extraordinary that I regretted returning it? Was it unexpectedly extraordinary that I wrote up a plan in a little black book to steal twenty thousand dollars from a community that needed it most? Or was it just unexpectedly extraordinary that I turned something so small, into such a big deal that I questioned my own worth and my own honor, nobility, respect, decency, lofty bearing, lowliness, self-respect, elevated deportment, lordliness, and dignity? Or was it really just unexpectedly extraordinary that the only thing I could consider during this entire mishap is my own misfortunes?
By Laura Featherston 5 years ago in Motivation
Dedication Determines The Result
Any professional athlete could tell you about how much they really don't enjoy the training sessions, the weights sessions, and all the hours they spend preparing themselves and their bodies for competition. After all, their ultimate dream and passion is in the competition itself, not the training, conditioning, and preparation. The training, conditioning, and preparation involves a lot of hard work, pain, and commitment, pushing the body to the absolute limit, in an attempt to maximize its potential. Attending these sessions, several times a week, requires a hell of a lot of will power and motivation, and above all, dedication. As much as we look upon these athletes and professional sportsmen and sportswomen in great awe and admiration, we tend to forget they are still human. They still experience the same temptations and enticements of doing some of the more leisurely and less strenuous activities, exactly as we do, rather than going off to push their bodies through intense pain and pressure. The difference between these individuals, and those of us who wander through life without success and fulfillment, is that they have dedication. They know that they have to spend hours and hours, week after week, year after year, doing things they don't want to do, in order to relish in the satisfaction and enjoyment of doing what they love, and lap up the success gained from it. They have the mental strength to resist and overcome the temptation of laziness and any easy options. It's a fact, you need to have dedication to the tasks and actions at hand, that are leading you to your goals, success, happiness, and prosperity, in life, if you want to actually achieve such rewards.
By David Stidston5 years ago in Motivation
CAMARO
I make great deals. Even though I do not come from a family where business runs in the blood. But, if you see a great chance to take there is no way you will find another one, so I have learned that if the opportunity to buy anything, a piece of land, a car, or an artifact that has value is in front of you do not let it go.
By Rorghino Flores5 years ago in Motivation
