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Who we are makes ourselves proud!
Today is like any other day, I woke up and wash my face and go on with my day. Today is Monday, the start of the week and I rush out of the house before the clock turns 8am and as the tik-toking gets closer and closer and as I am rushing and rushing, the little slip lays on the ground at the front door caught my attention. It was an invitation from the post office to come and collect a parcel in the afternoon at 4 o’clock. I am not expecting anything or has ordered anything from the internet. So I tuck and squeezed the half-sized slip into mail mesh holder and start my Monday. From my house to my workplace takes me through many different adventures. I drive through the CBD that has colourful and fruitful streets energetically supports LGBT community. Coincidentally, my car also due to service and today I drop off my car at the service station and walk to work; takes roughly 10mins. Through the walk I can see a beautiful stroke through the sky like a quiet, wavy ocean that has a little magic touch of the consistent wind. On the side of the street there goes a little monkey that comes to live thanks to street artists and the graffiti that says "protect our planet, protect ourselves". I arrive at my work and there goes on my table is a little gift from my manager, we were and still are good friends and today is her fifth year being a manager here at our work and so thought give me a little gift. I open it and it is a little back notebook and the first page writes ‘thought I was a mess but you showed me otherwise, thank you. Love you xoxo’. What I do is not important but what most important is my impact and what I can achieve, not just what I have but with what I want. In the afternoon, lingering with what happened and just unlock the door and enter home, I immediately take the post office slip and collect the parcel with no further delay. I’ve tried to figure who its from but seems like everyone I talk to denies and after arriving home, I open the parcel and a whooping cheque with $20 000.00 AUD right in front of my eyes. At that moment my eyes are too wide to even blink and my my brain is quick to catch on and give myself the immediate thought 'my financial hardship could vanish and life would lessen in weight'. For a good three seconds, I am enjoying the luxury of debt-free but the reality quickly catches on and hit me on the face. The I slowly remember that no-one admitted that they sent me the parcel and how could I be so lousy to accept something from any person that I don't even know. So I decide to contribute the cheque to the homeless foundation and for all I know, the little black notebook was the best present up until today. My day, my life and all my wishes all contained in the little notebook, it knows everything about me and ever since I am proud of who I am and what I did. Sometimes it is not about you but it about how you response and just like that, debt-free cannot bring me true happiness and I am proud of who I am.
By Fiona Bui6 years ago in Motivation
Instant Gratification = Minimum Results and 5 Examples of it.
"Man I'm starving right now!" You thought to yourself and was in the mood for a home cook meal, maybe broil some steak, fix up your mom's favorite casserole recipe and bake some butter milk biscuits to satisfy your hunger.
By Mark Smith6 years ago in Motivation
Small Commitments
I am sure if you are anything like me, you could also be a big procrastinator. Knowing that there are things that need to be completed and you wait until the last moment (literally not figuratively). Always leaving tasks for a later time until the time just slips away, and that thing never quite gets finished. Choosing to do everything else except for the one thing that should be at the top the to do list. I decided to sit down and observe the real reason as to why I have been unable to go from point A (which is idea) to point B (which is execution) on plenty of projects that I start. I have been doing some reflection and I can admit now that procrastination is quality that has kept me from following through on my goals. On a consistent basis putting the task that I know to be beneficial in ideas, projects off until the last moment, and the quality of the work is not there. So, I came up with an idea for myself and maybe you might try it for yourself as well.
By Raquel Wyatt6 years ago in Motivation
25 – A Look Back in Time. Top Story - February 2021.
Hi. This is me... ... In case you're stumbling across this post and don't know who I am. Today, I am turning 25 years old. The big two-five. That makes me a Pisces; I read something recently that said a Pisces' 25th year of life is one of their lucky years! Who knows if that's true, but what's wrong with a little blind faith?
By Derek Evers6 years ago in Motivation
How a little black Moleskine book made me the hero of my life.
A little black book...hmm, what does that bring to mind? Mystery, intrigue, the mundane, just something to jot down notes and reminders, excitement, possibilities, a diary, or if you were a teenage boy in my era, it was where you kept the names and numbers of all the girls you wanted to date.
By Heli Doggett6 years ago in Motivation
The Dreamer
This is a story about a dreamer; a story about a small-town girl with aspirations so high many people did not find them realistic. Janelle was the shy child in the classroom usually quiet and seemed to be in her own little world. The teachers saw her uniqueness and Janelle was asked to join the gifted and talented classes. She was an innocent soul with a brilliant mind that she didn’t even realize she held. When Janelle reached middle school, she faced many traumatic events due to losing many family members and things began to change. Janelle started to rebel and the once shy; once innocent little girl was now lost, scared, and confused. Janelle had always felt things deeply despite her upbringing in a “tough” family and although that meant she felt much joy in even the small things she was also feeling much pain in darkness of the world. Not only had she always felt different and out of place but now she also felt alone and wondered why these things were happening to her. Janelle made it through these times though. They weren’t the easiest times, but even on the darkest days Janelle knew she had to continue to push forward and even when it felt lost, she knew she could never completely lose her faith. Janelle graduated high school and even received some scholarships to help her start her journey into college. Janelle worked three jobs and went to school and continued to refuse to give up. She didn’t know where exactly she was going, but she did know there was something in store for her and people were relying on her strength. There were many obstacles on Janelle’s adult journey. She faced losing her first true love and had to leave her life and home and start over. She met another man that was a narcissist and abused her emotionally and sexually. Janelle was always a strong independent person, but by the time she realized what kind of relationship she was in she was married with a child. She would now go through a divorce and a criminal case due from the injuries she endured. She was now raising her precious two-year-old son on her own and struggling to stay afloat both financially and mentally. However, through all of these things, Janelle received her Associates of Arts Degree, Bachelor of Science Degree majoring in Psychology, and worked as an adult mental health caseworker for a year. Janelle refused to give up; there was still something she was chasing, even if she didn’t know exactly what it was, it was there and she knew it was important and beautiful. After the year of being a caseworker Janelle began to grow tired. There were many battles she had faced in that year and she knew she had to change something or she was going to lose her inner fight. There had never been a time in Janelle’s life where she ever questioned giving up, that simply wasn’t an option. There were many sleepless nights and numerous moments of exhaustion, but her soul was always strong and motivated. Now she was facing a tired soul; something she had never experienced before. Janelle applied for the Master's Program for Social Work and began exploring different parts of herself on, what some would call, a soul-searching journey. In the living room there was a little black book that Janelle had put on the table by the couch to look at later and had never found the time to sit down and read it. Janelle fell onto the couch in hopelessness, opened the book and began reading. When I say this was a little black book, I mean that in reference to the size of the book physically not the number of pages it held; it was rather lengthy. The cover was missing from the book it was solid black and did not have a title, an author, or any references inside of it. Janelle had found this book in a box of things someone had put on the curb for the trash. In her free time Janelle enjoyed collecting things people were giving away, or putting on the curb, to rehome them to people in need. This is what lead her to pick up this box that contained this little black book. The book helped Janelle find herself, her connection to the Universe, her connection to the Higher Power she calls God, and it also helped her find her dreams. Janelle followed every step, word for word, that the little black book told her to do. She had a journal where she would write down the understandings and information, she learned about herself and her dreams. Janelle began to understand her purpose and just how much light she could spread into rather dark world. This is when she began painting her mental image of the dreams she had been, and would continue, to chase. There is a movie called Same Kind of Different as Me and this heartfelt movie had always been an inspiration to Janelle; “What would Mrs. Debbie do?” is the question she would ask herself in many situations. Being an adult mental health caseworker Janelle had touched many lives, and even saved some. She knew her dreams were related to helping others; of all the questions she had this held no doubt. If you haven’t seen the movie, I won’t spoil it for you in hopes that you will watch it, but Mrs. Debbie had a dream to help the homeless. Janelle sat in silence night after night contemplating what her dream looked like. She pictured a place where people that struggled to maintain a job could share their beautiful art work whether that be writing, painting, music, refurbished furniture, etc.. There are so many people in this world that are beautifully gifted, yet struggle to maintain a steady job due to mental health and support. Janelle wanted to change this; she wanted to not only spread her light but help spread the light of others, as well as, build them up and give them purpose. Janelle pictured an old 2 story home that she could remodel and turn into the place she dreams of; She would name the place of her dreams iBelieve Im-Possible. There would be the giftshop, a room for donations, a room with a TV and library area, a little café area where drinks and snacks could be sold and even peoples artfully made meals or deserts, if they chose to sell them there. Janelle had visions of having classes and groups in the evenings to help educate and support others. As these thoughts flowed into Janelle’s mental image she smiled and lived in that moment, in that place of her dreams, for quite some time. Although she had found her dream, and she envisioned this dream in such great detail, Janelle knew how far and hard she would have to work to reach it. Hard work and time seemed trivial to Janelle with this place in her mental vision she knew she had to push on; for she had a lighthouse to build. A month went by and Janelle had been continuously obtaining more ideas and learning more about herself daily with the help of the little black book. Then the night came when she sat down to read the ending. Janelle had been struggling throughout the day thinking about her dreams and asking herself if this was even a realistic journey to contemplate. Like always, Janelle managed to hold onto her faith and began reading the ending of the book. As she came across the last couple pages, she realized there was something in the back of the book. Janelle ignored it, telling herself she would see it when she got to the end, even though she was full of curiosity. On the last page the book stated, “If you have come to the end of this book, I can assume you are dedicated to your dreams; for if not a dreamer you would not have had the interest to read this many pages that contain no answers, but ways for you to find your answers. I wrote this book in hopes that it would find the right person and with my trust in the Universe I believe that it has done just that. I myself was a dreamer and the Universe brought me a mentor. Oh, the beautiful things I was able to accomplish with my dreams. I’ve shared my light. Now it’s your turn to share yours. I haven’t shared my name, and I won’t, that is not important. This book is not published and there is not another one like it; it’s the one and only. I pray it has found the hands of a soul so bright that your dreams flourish and maybe pay it forward when the time is right. On the inside of the back cover there is a paper tucked behind the paper covering it. Remove the paper and you will find the blue posted note that contains the name of a bank and the information you should give them to receive the $20,000 I have chosen to give you. If you chose to use this money for your own self-fulfillment, I will never know. I do, however, believe the Universe has better taste in dreamers than that and I do believe you have dreams to chase. Flashlights are not needed at the back of the room; they are needed at the front to shine the light and lead the way. Now go forth and lead this world to see and share the light you hold; for that’s the true gold.” Janelle grabbed the piece of paper and dialed her friends' number that is a real-estate agent as she walked out the door. “Hey Janelle what’s up?” said Jackie with Kelley Relators. Janelle responded, “I have a dream to manifest. Can you help me?” With a smile on her face and tears in her eyes, Janelle was no longer chasing, but following her dreams thanks to the anonymous writer of the little black book. For the first time in her life Janelle did not feel alone, lost, scared, or out of place. Janelle felt connected, bright, confident, and doing exactly what Mrs. Debbie would do.
By Kimber Goodwin6 years ago in Motivation
Planting Seeds of Inspiration
As a black woman, entering into new territory, in the world of entrepreneurship can be intimidating and overwhelming at times. With a vast variety of information and many different angles to approach entrepreneurship in the digital world that we live in, I was unclear of what my journey would become. Nonetheless, finding Ronne Brown and adopting her as my gifted mentor has become the perfect antidote to my problems. Ronne’s a wife, mom, author, businesswoman, and coach that is beyond deserving of being honored and acknowledged for the Black in Business Challenge. Ronne’s transparency, life story, and love for helping other women has made her an unimaginable inspiration for my life. In many ways, she has encouraged me to create the future that I highly desire for myself, but has also enriched my ability to believe in myself. I can only hope that my impact in others' lives, propels them to their next level, just like she is doing for me.
By Danielle Latrice6 years ago in Motivation
Connections
Connections Mrs. Williams struggled her way through the door, gently kicking it closed as she entered the classroom. She thumped a heavy box onto her desk and took out a small brown bag, opened it, and savoured the bagel from inside, as she sat on top of the desk. The college music students were always full of energy. Mrs. Williams had a great music history, playing with the Jazz Giants in Toronto, Rob McConnell and the Boss Brass, Guido Basso, Duke Ellington, and Count Basie. Even with the excitement of this being the last class for these graduating Jazz students, as soon as Mrs. Williams raised her hand silence spread across the room. All of Humber College’s Jazz teachers were professional musicians but Mrs. Williams was the student’s favorite. Teaching Business and Marketing, her lessons could make a music career possible. As the class settled into their chairs, Mrs. Williams handed out a stack of Moleskine Pro hardcover Notebooks, one for each student.
By C P Cooke6 years ago in Motivation
An Off the Cuff Proposal
I propose a challenge where the entries must be "Off the Cuff". This means that the challenge is to write a short essay, that was written without editing, other than punctuation, spelling, or, adding a necessary word to have a sentence make sense. A first draft.
By Roxy Lentz6 years ago in Motivation
How Queen Found Her Way Out Of Turmoil And Became A Millionaire at 22
At the you age of 25, Queen Naija's story is an inspiration to women around the world. She brings hope and a breath of fresh air that there is a light at the end of the tunnel and no matter what you want in life, hard work and dedication will always be your way out to victory!
By Silena Le Beau6 years ago in Motivation
Watch
I have been watching carefully what has been going on in the world, but particularly with us here in the US. With the advent of COVID-19 came the tearing down of strongholds. Idols being demolished left and right. The sports industry which has had to rely on cardboard cut outs and LED monitors to have an audience. Church's doors closing or having to rethink how to minister. Movie, music and job industry, pretty much anything mankind has held as necessary for sanity or sustenance has been removed or changed dramatically to where it has lost its importance or significance. And now the last thing to go... the political machine of the two party system. It is worshipped far and wide as the answer to all of our ills. If your on one side--all your social issues will be resolved and if you are on the other side-- your wallet will be full. But all this election has shown is that we as a species—mankind trust without fail in men/women to solve the problems of this world. But we can't, because we don't trust in the Spirit within us to solve our own problems. It is impossible to fix problem from the outside in. If we bake a cake and use the wrong ingredients or the wrong measurements, the result will be a malformed and probably a nasty tasting cake. And no matter how we try to fix it with icing, the foundational process and ingredients of the cake are wrong, So therefore it can’t be fixed, unless you start over. This is what is taken place now. The Father is in the creating business, not the temporary repair business. When you allow Him to work through you then you can become new.
By kevin jackson6 years ago in Motivation
