humanity
The real lives of businessmen, professionals, the everyday man, stay at home parent, healthy lifestyle influencers, and general feel good human stories.
A Long Overdue Confession
Looking back at things I could confess, one thing stands out in the forefront of my mind. This is something I should have told you many many years ago, and I am honestly not sure why I never did.
Jayde VangestelPublished about 8 hours ago in Journal
Does a Business Exist Only to Make Profit?
What is the purpose of a business? Is it simply to make money? Or should businesses be held morally - as well as legally responsible - for their impact on society?
James WoodPublished about 15 hours ago in Journal
Not an actual doctor
I know! Random title but I hope it caught your eye. It’s true I am not a psychiatrist, counselor or a doctor. I am just a husband, father, warehouse manager, coach who suffers from being manic depressive along with PTSD from childhood trauma. I am not going to give you an actual doctors opinion, it’s not me. What I will give you is a part of my journey and advice on what I’ve experienced. So thank you for giving me a shot and reading this.
DJ WentzelPublished about 15 hours ago in Journal
The Cautionary Nature of My Love Life
I never seem to learn. In some ways, I feel annoyed at being able to pinpoint the unhealthy aspects I allow in a relationship. But then, in other ways, I don't really mind because I am who I am. I am unlikely to change without receiving a whole lot of [necessary] therapy. I find myself in a squeezing and suffocating position of seeing an issue, drawing correlations from my past; and knowing the root of my toxic behaviors, and why I allow others to treat me poorly. Even more frustrating, I can pinpoint the same facets in my lover with ease. With a compassionate spirit, I sigh and nod wisely. My sensitive feelings hurt, I cry as I also play therapist: "There, there, I know you lash out because you fear commitment; and you fear commitment because your mother withheld nurturing love until she was strong enough to do so, which means you feel love is conditional and you fear that once you allow it in, it may be pulled away."
Rowena GeorgePublished a day ago in Journal
The Joys of packing
Ah, yes. That time again. After all that house hunting you’re approved to move! There is so much psychology in everything we do. As humans we process change whether we like it or not. It’s a hard kind of process. But you just get in there and do it. You let go of the past, you let go of attachments and in the present all you want to do is get it over and done with!
TheJuZShoWPublished a day ago in Journal
JuZ Untitled
The mind is such a vast part about being human. Your thoughts, your knowledge, your memory. They are all such powerful things. Yet, we can’t access it all. Lately my brain is trying to figure out how to put things into words. I question whether I should write about my life, or write about what I know. Maybe it’s both.
TheJuZShoWPublished a day ago in JournalEmployees Are Not Paid for Showing Up
I suppose I have finally crossed over to old age because I am going to start this post with . . . In my day, we had pride in our job.
Brenda MahlerPublished 2 days ago in Journal
Observing the movement of life for clues about my ‘why’ — or — The chair that changed everything
The invitation was to notice how my life ‘moves’ and to look for clues about why I’m here. Being in the flow of life, being in the river so to speak, movement is constant, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. I’m the one moving, choosing, navigating, starting and stopping. That’s me, identified with the flow itself. Sometimes popping my head above the movement. Rarely stepping back from the moment itself.
Memories
I was thinking today about memories, specifically how very much we cherish the good ones. I was inevitably drawn to the immortal, hauntingly beautiful ballad by Barbara Streisand from the movie with Robert Redford in “The Way We Were.”
Freedom Thieves
Freedom is the sound of the bat smashing into the ball, and the feel of dirt under your cleats as you race to first base. Freedom is the smell of your grandma’s waffles, wafting from the kitchen on a Saturday morning after waking up to the sound of sizzling bacon, and not your alarm clock.
Brooke RichterPublished 5 days ago in JournalAbout Roe vs Wade
I just read an article that rattled me to my senses, and makes me want to scream at a litany of white fascists who tout a ‘woke’ culture while advocating fascism, and facets of life that would definitively be equitable to modern day slavery.
Melissa EavesPublished 5 days ago in Journal
Journal Entry: Wed. May 18th 2022
Wednesday, May 18th 2022 I wake up and feel like Death. So sore and drowsy. I stay in bed for awhile then finally brew myself a Bones Coffee Co. Carrot Cake Coffee in my Mustache Mug.
Scott A. VancilPublished 5 days ago in Journal
