humanity
The real lives of businessmen, professionals, the everyday man, stay at home parent, healthy lifestyle influencers, and general feel good human stories.
Surviving The Current Inflation Spike
The state of the economy consistently ranks as the most important factor in voter concerns across almost all polls and elections, and this year is not an exception. When discussing the economy, voters are most concerned about inflation. According to the administration, the harm was done by Russia, the pandemic, and other factors in 2021/22. However, the facts show that the administration’s statements are untrue. As a direct consequence of this, the prospects of the Democrats successfully defending their majority in the House of Representatives in November are bleak.
By Estalontech4 years ago in Journal
How to Prevent Boredom on Long Rail Journeys
Rail journeys tend to be romanticized as people imagine a less complicated time where the rail was a more elegant and sophisticated way to travel. While rail can still be a great option for your journey, as it allows you to experience the scenery differently, it’s not always exciting. If you’ve got a long rail ride ahead of you, there will likely be a fair amount of boredom involved.
By Shiraz Kahn4 years ago in Journal
Once the War Escalates , USA will Destroy Russia Troops , Russia Will Capitalize Using Hypersonic Missiles Attack On Worldwide US installations
Biden mentioned No Nuclear, Thank God …somebody even mentioned assassination.. The World Leader , The United States will Never DO such Thing !
By Estalontech4 years ago in Journal
Are You Getting in the Way?
Are You Getting in the Way? Getting out of our busy mode and into our heart occasionally, I’m certain that many of us would find at least one moment during our day where we could pause, reflect on a situation, and see something that we can do to make a difference in someone else’s life.
By Be Inspired - Be Motivated4 years ago in Journal
What to do when we don't belong
From the moment we're born, people around us prepare us to be part of the herd. First we become part of a family, then we expand our social life with friends, acquaintances, co-workers and if you're lucky, with a significant other. We star from playing together to working together in this well-oiled machine we call society. Living inside the herd has its advantages, security, sense of belonging, a potential fertile mating ground and the security that comes with the sense of identity. But what if the herd does not want you anymore? Or even worse, if you voluntarily chose to leave the group and go your own way.
By Giovanni Profeta4 years ago in Journal
Today feels like a nice day
I like the peace and calm that comes with taking care of myself. My work, my life, my body. My mind. Like a closet in need of desperate cleaning, or an old drawer filled to the brim with old and unused treasures. All in need of sorting, exchanging and rearranging. What brings me comfort is self-care, a focused and in-depth look at how I can be better. A calm approach to ease my mind and all its unnecessary banter. Self-talk. That never seemed more important until now. Have you ever listened to the way you speak to yourself? Instead of someone who has a long way to go, I’m someone who’s failed at everything so fast. Instead of focusing on the journey ahead, I look back in shame. My closet needs to be rearranged. My clothes beneath the bed have been collecting dust for far too long. The drawer, filled to the brim with old and unused treasures, is in need of emptying. I’m stepping over empty bottles of perfume and makeup I don’t use anymore. There was a story here, some time ago. About a girl who didn’t know where she was or what she wanted. Somebody who looked at the world through the lens of her heart, that painful, troubled thing. Someone who had more hope in the past, never seeing the possibility of moving forward. Letting go means leaving the world I’ve created. My old clothes hang from my chair and layer across my floors. I have no room left to walk, and nowhere left to go. Stuck inside the mess of my mind, sorting out the old and unused, whatever I thought would lead me to the truth. My curtains are barely hanging straight anymore, and the door is always closed. God forbid anyone sees the mess I sit in, day-in and day-out, a chaos of my own doing. I’m sorting through the layers of old and unused things I’ve carried along with me for far too long. Reminiscing about the short-lived comforts they brought and holding onto hope. Each thing whispers its own little tale about a happily-ever-after, and every other empty promise I’ve heard. The air in my room has aged with me. It has collected my dust and tears. Polluted the corners of my room, brought upon by things I can barely comprehend. I’ve stained every inch of this bedsheet, drenched in the shame that never sees the light of day. I sleep in it like a new-born, finding home in whatever’s still left of me. And here, in my mess, I’ve made a home. A cluttered, claustrophobic home. Where I’ve always been, so getting up doesn’t feel natural to me. It feels like abandonment. Yet, I’ve been abandoned so many times, it should come as nature to me.
By Aathavi Thanges4 years ago in Journal
Hurricane debris
As I sit here during Hurricane Ian, in what I hoped would be stormy silence and solitude. One of our tin roof panels is wedged between the house and the truck making the loudest noises beneath our bedroom and I’m beginning to feel like I’m an ant inside of a tin can. This coastal living is as intense as it is grand. You know it’s bad with hurricane Ian when the Waffle House has closed 21 locations in the state of Florida.
By Dixon Kiddo 4 years ago in Journal
