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Answers From Your Inner Child
Think back to a place in time... You're five years old, and you're looking at the sky in amazement. "Why is the sky blue?" We've ALL asked that question as a child – I'm pretty sure. For some of us the answer was: "Because God made it that way," or "Because that's the colour the universe made it.," or maybe it was: "because that's the sky fairies favourite color today;" or "I don't know! Ask your teacher!" But none of it mattered really to you... the big simple picture was this sole fact: The sky was blue. And it was big. And it was...AMAZING!
By Hope Martin9 years ago in Humans
Mindful Words
Today I was at my Dad's church for service. Lots of things happened, that I don't really feel the need to go into, but one of the things done during the service was filling out this pledge with our names. This pledge said "_________________ promises to continually learn and seek to inspire others in Christ," or something to that effect. I look at this sheet of paper that sorta looks like an award from elementary or middle school with a large blank where we are meant to write our names. I, as a genderfluid individual, have two names: the name I choose to go by and the name I was given.
By Danni Greer9 years ago in Humans
The Positive and the Negative
I am, by nature, a stoic, sardonic person. I don’t outwardly exhibit a great deal of emotion (I’m laughing on the inside, true story) but I have always had a knack for presenting myself with a cutting wit, something I think comes from also being a naturally intelligent person.
By D. Gabrielle Jensen9 years ago in Humans
Today I Folded the Towels "Wrong"
I've been folding towels one particular way for nearly 20 years. Not today. Today I folded them "wrong." It may seem ridiculous or arbitrary something as insignificant as the "right" way to fold a towel but for me, the method of towel folding was something that kept me safe.
By Claudia Sanders9 years ago in Humans
Once, Twice, Three Times a Lady!!!
I am an OLD man. I am merely 61 years old. Okay, I am not a fossilized redwood tree, but I have been around the block so much that I am almost dizzy. My head, however, is still connected and very functional. So, now, I will begin.
By Maurice Bernier9 years ago in Humans
Your Birthday Isn't Important
I have a poor relationship with my birthday. It doesn’t mean a thing to me; it never did. No one ever really cared for mine, apart from my family, of course. No one went out of their way to make sure I was remembered. And I didn’t like telling anyone because to me, surely, if I was important to any extent, I and my birthday would be remembered without question. I get it, people forget things, but my mum made a list of all my old primary school “friends” (it’s complicated) and their birthdays so we made sure I didn’t forget them. But everybody else was apparently remembered and celebrated by their friends, so why not me?
By Bushra Shahriar9 years ago in Humans
Let Us Make Man
I have held many titles and positions over my professional career and personal life. One of my most rewarding titles is a Servant Leader; any good effective leader must be a servant first. I have no shortage of confidence but no self-aggrandizement either. Additionally, I have an abundance of gratitude to those trail blazers who came before me; and I acknowledge, my help comes from above.
By Marcel Dozier9 years ago in Humans
