Aspiring storyteller, and sometimes other things
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How I'm Learning to Trust My Writing Voice
Some are born with a purpose, others have to wait until a crisis for clarity, and for some, it never comes. For myself, it's always been writing. That doesn't mean I didn't deny myself my occupation. I convinced myself it was too competitive or that I lacked the talent. I refused to accept my purpose because I was scared to fail.
My palms were sweaty, and my stomach was in knots, but excitement lay underneath it all. I avoided the eyes of my program director and set them on the restaurant menu. After a few minutes of waiting, he smiled and welcomed someone who was approaching from behind me.
How I've Made Thousands From Vocal Challenges
I've always wanted to seize control of my life and find my space—a little area to exist and create without moving too many waves. I've tried and failed several times but now realize those failures allowed me to succeed.
The Ultimate Dreamer
My father sat in the lobby waiting to welcome our family to the hospital. Afro in full effect, he filled out his choices in the newspaper for the upcoming March Madness tournament.
This Breathing Technique Could Help You Recover Lost Memories
In the past, psychedelics have been seen as mere drugs with no purpose beyond recreation. But in recent years, we've begun to see the benefit of some psychedelic compounds on mental health disorders like depression or PTSD. But even on a smaller scale, for well-being and problem-solving.
I Gave Up My Car
I used to hop in the car to drive half a mile down the street. Simply because it was convenient and I had the option. I also lived in one of the nation's largest geographical cities, with little access to public transportation. Having a car was a necessity and one that I wanted to get rid of.
Why I Own CRTD Stock
I heard a quote once from Nate Obrien, a personal finance videographer, that went like this: "If you invest in a company, you are saying the market price is wrong."
In Pursuit of a Voice
The classroom felt alive. The other kids radiated the warm afterglow of an exciting weekend. I admired how easy it was for them to send messages with just a flick of an eyebrow or the curve of a smile.