goals
Understanding your goals to help you achieve them.
Moving Forward In My Journey From Square One
Hey, life isn't easy! And we all know it. In fact, it can push someone back to square one- something that most don't expect, and for all, their biggest nightmare.
Tania AfreenPublished about 13 hours ago in Motivation
Making The Best of It
Two weeks. This whole ordeal was originally meant to last two weeks. As I am writing this, we are slowly approaching the anniversary of the first lockdown.
Gabrielle BlairPublished about 18 hours ago in Motivation
The Little Black Book
When my dearest grandparent, my much loved and beautiful Grandmother, Dorothy, passed away. She left a box labelled, “To my Darling Grandchild with all my love”.
Tim StiXPublished about 21 hours ago in Motivation
Independence
Jaimie Johnson was running again. Feeling the cool dirt beneath her feet which she found were free of the constraints of shoes and socks. Her favourite feeling in the world. She often wonders why people don’t just run everywhere. For example, when most find themselves forgetting something and then realising it on the way out the door, throw back their head, sigh, wheel around, and grumble about how nothing ever goes right, agonising over the fact that they were now going to be late. Jaimie loves the freedom and the thrill of the run though, the exhilaration and the clarity she feels in her mind when her physical body is doing something it was freely meant to do. Perhaps if this basic human privilege hadn’t been ripped away from her after her accident, maybe she too would take the simple things in life for granted. Now, if she needs something, she needs to think of it before the nurse leaves, or she just goes without whatever it is she needs or has forgotten. Jaime hears her name being called over and over, and she senses the exasperation in the voice. But no, she thinks to herself. Not yet.
B.P.HillPublished about 22 hours ago in Motivation
It's The Libra In Me
As a person who takes pride in my identity as an individual above all else — it would seem a hard pill to swallow when analyzing star signs. The idea that based on your date of birth, the stars align and assigns your personality traits. These traits would then dictate how you maneuver in this life. From imposing strengths and weaknesses to even your compatibility with other individuals. How dare the stars choose for me this way? Worst yet, why would they invite millions of others to share in the traits that shape my personality? The most unique part of myself. A crucial element that sets me apart and enables me to stand out. Accepting my star sign must surely be another way to place me in a box. So, why would an individual like myself find any value in it, right?
Luna JupiterPublished about 23 hours ago in Motivation
New Phone Who Dis
The day I realized I wasn’t going to be a professional athlete, I found myself wondering what the next thing was going to be. I was 26 at the time and I’d put everything I'd had into sports. If you haven’t made it by 26, you need to start looking into doing something else and I was finally able to admit that to myself.
Christopher J. NolanPublished 2 days ago in MotivationOrigami Boat
The driver cut the engine. The swoosh of cars passing in the rain replaced the loud clanking. "We made it just in time. You ready?"
C.M EdiePublished 2 days ago in MotivationAre You Inspired or Influenced?
To achieve most of our goals, we look for several things. Some of them are knowledge, learning, guidance, wisdom, motivation, and inspiration. In the process, we look up to few individuals around us to receive one or more of the above-said things.
Ganesh KuduvaPublished 4 days ago in Motivation
Fiction?
I want to start off by saying I’m not a comedian; I’m a writer. And this is a fiction piece, so please read it as such. Our tale begins on a normal day as most unordinary stories do. School was the number one priority because unlike the tower of Babel, I’m not going to just start speaking in fluent Spanish. Yes; “I” or me. I’m your protangonist. You may be thinking, the audacity of her to think of herself intriguing enough to play the lead! To that I say, do remember, dear reader, this is a work of fiction. For all you know, the character I’m portraying is nothing like myself! ( But for your sake, I’ll let you know that that isn’t the case.) I’m me and me is the same as “I” as I always am. And the day of our beginning has now begun, so let's continue.
J.E. MossPublished 4 days ago in MotivationEnvy, that powerful emotion we are ashamed of
Hey You, yes, You reading this story, I'm sure you are familiar with the feeling. Picture the scene: it's a casual Sunday afternoon, a beautiful sunny day, you had lunch with your loved ones and decide to chill for a bit scrolling through your Instagram feed. (Oh, what a mistake that was.)
Gorana BucicPublished 4 days ago in Motivation
New Years Day...
I’ve always loved New Years Day. The untapped possibilities of a new year fill me with the energy to fulfill my goals. However, without committing to taking the steps required to take the goals to fruition, they’re nothing more than empty dreams—sage advice my father gave me a decade ago along with a small black notebook.
Helen HoldunPublished 5 days ago in Motivation
Jake’s Take
“Fitz come on! Fitzgerald, let’s go!” My sister had just gotten a new puppy and he was not well trained yet. I was on walk duty today, and needless to say, he would not listen to me. “Fitz, I’m giving you one last chance to get out from that bush” I said sternly to him, like he’s actually going to listen. To my surprise, he did. He jumped out of the bush wagging his tail and looked at me with those big eyes I just can’t get too mad at, but he had this small piece of dirty yuck in his mouth. “Oh Fitz, come on mate” I said grabbing this dirty piece of leather, that looks like a journal, out of his mouth. “Fitz this isn’t yours mate, leave it” I said tossing it back behind the bush, my hands dirty and not wanting to deal with whatever he had just uncovered. As it hit the ground in a cloud of dirt, I saw golden lettering “open me” on the cover and a wrinkled envelope fell out. I looked at Fitz, he looked at me, maybe it’s just that a dog always looks curious but something in Fitz’s look was telling me I needed to open that journal. Taking advice from a dog, unorthodox yes, but nevertheless I grabbed the journal and the envelope and stuck it in my back pocket, I figured I’d look at it later, I had a dog to finish walking and my sister is very strict about her puppy’s walks.
Jacob FryPublished 6 days ago in Motivation
