humanity
The real lives of businessmen, professionals, the everyday man, stay at home parent, healthy lifestyle influencers, and general feel good human stories.
Real-Life Wonder Woman, Nicole Cherie Barker, Helps Coaches Attract Their True Fans
Being an entrepreneur is not for the weak at heart. There is so much competition and pressure to fall in line with the standard model of perfection. Women are expected to behave in a cookie-cutter fashion: to show up in full hair and make-up, to wear heels, to be whatever everyone else wants them to be. Many women do fit the bill, but if we are really honest, it’s challenging to try to fit into that mold every day, and even more challenging to break it altogether.
By Victoria Kennedy5 years ago in Journal
CoVid19 - Me behind the mask
This won’t be fictional no names have been changed because no names will be mentioned.. This is a story about one healthcare worker who’s heart and soul went into her job anyone she took care of found it hard not to smile when she would start caring for them it’s about a job that was loved so much that it became her downfall. This is my story, when a job is more then a job caring for people who are deep in a weakened state it’s more of a life’s calling when you find yourself stressing yourself only to be so very proud of yourself for being up to this career challenge. Most healthcare workers throw themselves mind body and spirit in and in the end become drained of every bit of energy they put out. This is how the CoVid19 pandemic ruined my career only I was driven by fear and riddled with anxiety about it all and as a healthcare worker to know that I would soon be up close and personal with it scared me enough but this was a slow poison to my career, by that I mean it became a paranoia for me I’d get these small feelings of anxiety before going into work and I’d wonder the whole ride there “am I going to have another CoVid19 patient” I also would like to clarify that the whole reason I get completely stricter with a frozen fear of God in my blood over it is because how this virus mutates and infects each one of its victims differently some die some don’t some get mild symptoms of the flu some feel like it’s a slow painful drowning feeling, so believe me when I say this thing is on my top list of the 5 most scariest things ever experienced thus far in my life. This poison of a virus keeps me 80% in the house and the other 20% when absolutely necessary this awful thing that has stolen lives, taken jobs, made the world an even bigger mess stole my wits away that are at my nerves and forced me out of the job because my anxiety just won’t let me, I came into healthcare to care for the sick and do my best to keep you safe and alive but this virus took that from me and now I can’t say to myself yes I know this person will pull through and be fine, when I’m at work and you’re in my care I become a mother, or a sister, maybe even a friend and my heart aches for the sick and breaks hard for the terminally ill. I took a walk down another area of our facility during the first wave of this and to walk into this room and see people on ventilators sent the coldest chill through my body I questioned every patient in the room in my mind wondering if they had the virus I wanted them all to be ok and to wake up and be able to do what everybody else in the room was so effortlessly doing.. breathing. My soul just crumbled for them all and I think that was most likely the start to the end for me knowing that scene was to much to handle that night I prayed for each one, I thought healthcare was my calling I believed in my heart of hearts that was my forever career I was positive that I’d never actually be going to work because I loved it so much.. CoVid19 was the end of my career for me and not because I don’t want to help save you.. it’s because in some cases you cannot be saved.
By Carly Fidler5 years ago in Journal
The Market: The Root of What Defines Freedom
One of the most common reasons for conflict has been rooted in economics. Currency, throughout history, has been known to establish the social order and has been closely connected to the status and well being of individuals. Human beings have been defined by assets and wages for centuries, if not more, and an individual’s ability to do something has depended solely on the amount of money one possesses. This concept can be seen even during Eras such as the Renaissance with the Medici family and the rule they had over Florence because of their wealth, or the aristocracy in France that held the most power prior to the French Revolution. The richer the individual, the more power over society that individual holds and the same logic applies to the other side; the poorer the person, the less impact they have on society. Even today, this is a common trend. Considering that the amount of wealth an individual possesses has, more often than not, decided for them what they are capable of, it can then be inferred that in societies freedom itself begins with money. This correlation has only increased after the Industrial Revolution. Following the Industrial period, Western society has deemed economic freedom as freedom itself. In regions like the United States, they have been considered free countries because the economy is based around a free market, but even then the only truly wealthy are the individuals that succeed. In a sense, the structural backbone that formed Western society five hundred years ago, even after numbers of revolutions and movements, is still the same outline that shapes today’s society. What happens in a region’s economy is the baseline for helping them decide what freedom is, which in itself illustrates the connection between economic freedom and other freedoms. An individual’s sense of political and civic freedom differs depending on the amount of economic freedom given to them, and by understanding this connection, society may achieve progress. Furthermore, whether or not an individual may deem economic freedom as a real freedom is dependent on the individual’s ability to make use of that freedom.
By Fiore Mitchell5 years ago in Journal
Fire on the Wharf
Fire on the Wharf There was no room on the lee side of the wharf; four old wooden herring carriers were in so he tied up on the other end with the prevailing wind wafting against the hull. It was a small job and the breeze was light, being low tide, he would finish up quick and be on his way.
By Stephen Morgan5 years ago in Journal
Writing in the Blood
I used to think when I heard blog or a creative writing site that the people who used them or whom blogged were nothing but a bunch of people writing or complaining about their lives. Yet, many years later, I now see that writing about your life, or telling a story is a good way to relieve stress or just to entertain people. A person just never knows how bad of a day someone is having, and your writing could just so happen to be the sunshine in their day. I don't know the exact moment that I knew that I absolutely loved writing, loved creating, loved entertaining, but writing definitely gives me a sense of purpose; a sense of calm. I remember when I was in 8th Grade, I had a class called BST, but in all reality, it was a typing class. Now up until this point, I did what I called finger pecked keys to type. Now I know everyone at some point or another finger pecked, I mean it is nothing to be ashamed of, but I seen it differently. I was determined to be the best typist in that class. Let me tell you, I've never had so many finger cramps in my life, because I turned into a typing robot, anything and everything that I could type out, I did. I taught myself to type, but not only type, but I taught myself how to type fast. I started excelling in the class, finishing out every single lesson. So my teacher gave me a special project; I was to start a blog, and do an article a day. At the time, I thought it was the stupidest idea, a huge waste of time. I will say, looking back, I wish I would have taken it more seriously, because I know I could have created a blog that a lot of middle schoolers and possibly even high schoolers could have related too. But instead, I made the blog articles very short, not put together very well, and they were quite boring. At 16, I was writing down ideas for a creative writing assignment, and the idea that I had come up with took off, and it was then that I began writing my first book. I finished the book at 21 years old, and attempted to get it published, but as proud of the book as I was, I didn't want to be done with writing. Currently in my life now, I am writing a journal of some sorts for my daughter. Don't worry, I plan on writing a lot on her, but in this journal, there is a lot of emotion, a lot to include without overwhelming. I feel that the journal, the book that I have written, my ability to create and flow the words are all because of that 8th grade BST class, because without that class, I'd still be just a peckin away at these keys like a chicken. I also no longer feel or think that blogging or creative writing is a waste, and actually have fallen in love with it. I hope you have enjoyed this piece about writing and blogging. Until next time :) MC
By Chelle Lee5 years ago in Journal
Repeats
I fucking hate it here, what the fuck is life right now? I just got my dream job, working as a Leasing Agent after losing my job due to this pandemic and other factors in my life prohibiting me from keeping a job. Everything was perfect and then my car broke down, and when I say broke down I don't just mean it went out of commission for some days and was fixable. NO! I mean it wouldn't go forward but it would definitely go in reverse. What TYPE OF SHIT IS THAT?! So now I had to borrow money from my grandmother for a rental after putting the car online to sell it. The car, which I later found out had transmission issues, on top of a lot of other problems, you'd think I would know that it was bound to break down. Which I did but the car was working fine before, it drove me everywhere and we had so much fun together. I, even gave her a name. Sylvie. She was a silver Chevy Impala, and my first car ever at 22. The guy who sold it to me actually scammed me and had his mother put the car on her page and told her nothing was wrong with it when in fact there were so many things wrong on her that I couldn't even keep up. So much money I put into that car just so she would be drive ready until I could really build up the money to get her fixed. Gone.
By Seriah Davis5 years ago in Journal
I Am Not A Robot
Raise your hand if you have been so deeply embedded in your research that you have forgotten about the people. I will be the first to admit it. Working hard to sway the minds of the people online towards my agenda is great and everything, but at the end of the day, that is not the core of what truly matters. What matters most are the ones around that enjoy your company and you, theirs. The ones that are willing to speak to you, the ones that are willing to let you pull their ear, are the ones that truly matter. Surrounding highly trained minds around one another is most fruitful when the workplace addresses human nature in combination with skillset. You can be successful and be genuinely happy too. There is nothing wrong with putting down your phone for a few hours to truly enjoy the person in front of you.
By Reinvented 5 years ago in Journal
Support A Small Business
Christmas is right around the corner and a lot of people like to start shopping early. Now, where are you going to buy your presents? Walmart, Target, A Local Shop, Online? Well wherever you are shopping, just remember one thing, small businesses everywhere are dying. Being a small business owner, it is a hard world with all of the bigger businesses and their convenience.
By Nikki Pond5 years ago in Journal
