Humanity
I REACH MY HIGH WHEN I AM ALONE
I am a woman of many gifts and talents. I don’t mean to brag, but I write, draw, dance, cook, do hair nails and makeup, poetry, act, design clothes, facilitate programs, give inspirational speeches, counsel, de-esculate, teach, rap and sing. Lastly, I took piano lessons, but I “play by ear,” better than “by the book.” So, it’s safe to say I can play an instrument too.
By Beautiful Intelligence5 years ago in Confessions
The Way
Every day we JUST ... LIVE... LIFE. We sleep, work, eat, clean, sleep, work, eat, clean and just keep repeating that over and over, day after damn day. We get used to it, as we are raised/conditioned to study hard in school to get into college, go to college to get a good paying job, or get into the trades, regardless of the type of employment we are working 5 days a week 8 hours a day (and that is not even the norm any more, some people are working 6 to 7 days a week and endless amount of hours). We are beating our brains, bodies and sanity into the ground. All for that pay check to pay the bills, to have the big fancy house, the luxury vehicle. Some are working to just to barely survive, barely coming up with the rent/mortgage, food, clothing, putting gas in their vehicle.
By Melanie Sorockti5 years ago in Confessions
The Sunsetting Lies of Morning People
The Dawning Truth about Night Owls - Why staying up late is linked to health problemselemental.medium.com During his time in the Oval Office, Barack Obama was a self-proclaimed “night guy” who tended to stay up well past midnight despite his early morning duties. His predecessor, George W. Bush, was usually in bed by 10 and often started his workday well before seven a.m., a habit most normal people find unbelievably annoying.
By Everyday Junglist5 years ago in Confessions
The barn and the storm
On a very cold and very dreary night in a obscure part of town, lived an old battered barn that had seen better days. There was very little sunlight and the nights seemed to last forever. There was a quiet, yet mysterious aura about the place. It seemed to have a presence that could not be explained.
By Laura Dvoran5 years ago in Confessions
WHAT TRULY MAKES ME FEEL ACCOMPLISHED, SUCCESSFUL AND HAPPY
I remember working for someone many, many years ago and reaching a point when I received a sort of promotion in the form of more money towards my salary. Even though I appreciated receiving more for the work I was putting in, because I did deserve it, as I am extremely reliable, serious and hardworking, that did not make me happier or feeling more accomplished or believing of myself to be successful. And that’s because success to me translates to something totally different than what might signify to you or to other people.
By Annaelle Artsy5 years ago in Confessions
Who is this I see in the mirror?
During a time of surviving life, I woke up after the storm walking thru what was left behind, I didn’t really know who I was or where did I fit in. Here I was, a woman that had survived two failed marriages, divorce, single parenting, depression, regrets, emotional breakdown, and identity loss. So what now? That was the question I faced with empty nest and all this time to do whatever I wanted to do. Except for one thing, I had nothing to do. I feared falling back into depression, but I was determined that I would find me and continue to be the strong woman that came out of all of this standing. The sound of the quiet was so noisy each day I woke up with a plan to do nothing. As a woman that wore so many hats, I needed to be fulfilled and I needed something to do. All that time of just trying to hang on and survive, it never crossed my mind that one day my days and nights would all look the same. I had no one to grow old with. The children had left to start their own journeys. My friends had their spouses. All of my peers had retired and just enjoying the fruits of their labor. But as a late bloomer and working jobs to just make it over, I was still out of my league.
By Olivia Crump5 years ago in Confessions
Can I please get a DO OVER
As I grew older, I realized life happening had provided me with a two way mirror. I could look forward, but I could also see what I left behind. Standing in the midst of these reflections, I felt regret and sorrow. Partly because I was overcome with the reality of never being able to change it. I was paralyzed in that space for years. I raised my kids in that room of regrets. I began new relationships in that room. I worked a career in that room. I hated myself. Although I could see and feel deliverance, I could not embrace it because it felt so out of reach for me. I believed that too many mistakes and bad choices gave me the keys to accept a life where I was disappointed in myself. I owned occupancy.
By Olivia Crump5 years ago in Confessions
Stitch-by-Stitch
Crochet found me in a dark time in my life. I was working at a bar that was the last to close in our small town. Inevitably everyone made their way there at the end of the night when they were the least reasonable and the most intoxicated. It was not quite so bad, until they opened the casino and cut my bouncer as well. That brought in a whole new crowd and even later hours for me. On top of the late hours at the bar, I also cut hair a couple times a week at a local salon. Keeping in mind, that this is all while I was also going to school full time taking prerequisite courses for the nursing program. It was a full-time load filled with science courses which include labs and fast-paced tests. And in the mix, I began dating a man, who all too soon became my fiancé.
By Rugergirl225 years ago in Confessions
Living with pain
Not that long ago really, in terms of a lifetime, I was in great shape and very healthy. During my years in the Okanagan I was incredibly active. I ran a hiking club, year round. In the summer months every Sunday, weather permitting, I would roller-blade usually for several hours. I had several boats and went water-skiing at every opportunity, even learning to slalom. I biked the Kettle Valley many times. My Dad and I dirt-biked all over the Okanagan and in Revelstoke. I played tennis, although not as often as I would have liked. I even para-glided, which was awesome. In the winter I downhill skied, cross-country skied and snowmobiled. I played racquetball three times a week, including Sunday mornings which usually ran three hours or more. I danced for hours usually once or twice a week at the Corral. Most of my many good friends were twenty years younger than me because people my own age couldn’t keep up. I was a very fit one hundred and seventy pounds and, despite the fact that I smoked and ate my fair share of fast food, I had all kinds of stamina and energy. I slept like a baby and was rarely sick, usually a cold once a year or so.
By Gary Jones5 years ago in Confessions
Bad Timing
I knew the day we got her. She was the runt of the litter, and gorgeous with brindle coat and white teardrop on her head. I picked her up in my arms and felt how good she would be. She was so sweet and kind, and I knew she could be the perfect dog for our family. I also knew that something didn't feel right. I was afraid I was too hasty in which one I chose, and I felt an ominous gray cloud over us as we left. Oh, I was thrilled to be finally getting the little puppy I had wanted for so long. I was happy. And yet I didn't feel the bond I expected.
By Aine Jones5 years ago in Confessions
Looking Back
“I wish that I could smile, but then I look back at each receding mile.” –from I’m Sorry by Leon Stevens I remember seeing my childhood home disappear behind the climbing tree. As my sister and I got older—and braver—we would climb higher through the prickly, sappy branches until reaching the point where you could feel it sway. We had built forts in it, each one a bit better than the last, but each with its own problems. The branches were so thick and long that they could be slid down like a slide until father trimmed the lower ones. My father built the house with just the essential tools, the labor of friends, and his love of creation.
By Leon Stevens5 years ago in Confessions
