humanity
The real lives of businessmen, professionals, the everyday man, stay at home parent, healthy lifestyle influencers, and general feel good human stories.
I love my job
My Job is the best job in the world. I am a mom, I stay at home, I live on hobbies and search for the best job possible. I was a customer service rep and enjoyed very much getting people into classes. I worked for a mortgage company as the “counselor and admin” as I described it. People looking to start a career, educate themselves in the mortgage field, make a change, add to their skill sets, all went through me with any questions they had. I got to help direct people through their courses, talk to them about how to manage the schedule of learning so much information. The best parts were hearing people’s stories about their motivations in life and sensing their urge and desire to take a course. I support education and empowering ourselves to become better people, to reach goals and push ourselves to be the best we can be. I also was and am interested in the information myself and find it to be very good information to learn about so it made telling people about the courses very fun. I, also took the classes and studied the information. We all need a roof over our heads, everyone needs shelter, a home and we have to be able to afford that somehow. The other side of it was to support the people teaching the courses who share their knowledge and insight to educated others, preparing them to help people in the process to achieve buying home as well as educating home buyers and doing this professionally with all of the necessary information to answer questions and achieve the goal. Surely you have a dream home. A goal to live in a home. Or perhaps buy a condo, or an apartment. Some go the extra step of investing in property which not only is a great investment, it also provides an affordable home for someone who may not know where their dream home is yet or what it looks like, or perhaps shares the same dream home and allows both of you to have it. Or maybe you can afford a rental, and so the person who can afford having another property to rent out makes that achievable while, investing in their own success as a landlord. There are possibilities with it. The big picture, make sure everyone has shelter, a place to call home, a place to live, lay their head peacefully at night, wake in the morning and go to work and come home, or work from home, stay home , and know that they are safe and warm. This is an essential part of life. As well as a dream come true.
By Vocal-lady-ist Ms. Kerri4 years ago in Journal
Risen
The alarm clock goes off at 5:55 am, and it's time to get up. I snooze a few times to laze for a few more minutes of shut-eye, but then I remember what it is I do for a living, and I spring out of bed. As I get ready, I prepare myself to be the best version of myself. Although I may wake up feeling the angst of fighting my depressive feelings, although I rise up against the thoughts that tell me, "remain in bed; the world has nothing for you," I get up. I love my job because I've been allowed to do more by caring for children who need it. This job that I love motivated me to become more focused on becoming the "superhero" I wished existed when I was weak. I work with children who have endured more pain than an anime fight scene where the hero is on the brink of death. They come with baggage, and they come with much outward projection of what they feel. I love my job because these brave and brilliant young men and women look at me as some sort of bright light at times. Their need to test my patience and drive me towards my specific limit teaches me who I am. They teach me that if I am patient and listen to them, I can help. It vicariously sharpens mine as I allow them to be themselves and use their tools from their toolboxes. I love my job because it fires my soul's wick, and the light source that is my soul carries my hollow body as flames have a hot air balloon.
By Jerry Salcedo4 years ago in Journal
"You Make Me Feel Alive Again"
A couple of years of tap and ballet in grammar school. Dancing like all teenagers in the ‘50s at sock hops and proms. Married at 17 to a professional drummer (had a gig on our honeymoon!). Jazz dance lessons for a year at 19. Square dancing for three years at a rate of five nights a week until my second husband became a square dance caller. In my 40’s, taking Bellydance lessons when I was single and 30 lbs to dance off! For the first half of my life, this was the extent of dance and music in my life. Not good enough to perform professionally, but loving every minute. And, I did lose the 30 lbs!
By Linda Beaulieu4 years ago in Journal
Three Degrees of Separation. Top Story - September 2021.
Happy isn’t the word I would use to describe my childhood. I’ll spare you the details besides the fact that it included kidnapping and abuse; this isn’t because I don’t think that my trauma narrative isn’t important, but because I want to highlight the important lessons that I’ve learned while trying to figure out who I am as a person, a scholar, and an employee. All you need to know is that I have had PTSD, depression, and anxiety since I was very young.
By R.C. Taylor4 years ago in Journal
The Power of Words
I always knew I would work with words. From the time I was ten and won the school spelling bee, I just knew. The word that helped me win was itinerary. And I realized somewhere, in some part of the world, that word meant everything. I made it all the way to the county finals. For weeks, I spent every hour, reading words from the dictionary like I could drink them and quench my thirst. And then I would use all of them in sentences and build stories and worlds and galaxies that transformed my life.
By Kemari Howell4 years ago in Journal
