humanity
If nothing else, travel opens your eyes to the colorful quilt that is humankind.
Pursue Passions, Not Paychecks. Top Story - June 2021.
You know, I could work somewhere else. I know for a fact that I could make more money. You would be surprised at how many people tell me that I should... could... would... do better in another field. And if I'm honest, I know it's true. My work ethic, my ability to multitask, my project management skills, and my many years of working with this generations top motivational speakers, has earned me the right to make the type of money I believe I deserve. BUT... I work in the non-profit world, and the truth is... I'm obsessed with it. I love it in a way that won't allow me to do anything else. I love helping people. When I say "helping" I mean LEADING leaders. I mean pushing people towards discovering their unique gifts and abilities. I mean building brands. I mean making connections. Not only that, but then following up with a plan of action of what it will take to get to the next level. THIS work, well, it gives me a sense of fulfillment. I love dreaming, and planning and coaching people into their lifelong goals and purpose. I live to see the lightbulb go off in someone's head. It's the moment they say to themselves...
By Monica Wilkinson5 years ago in Wander
The Old Man, the Haircut, and the Four Days of Naples
I held my phone ready in my hand. A trick I learned. When you live in a country whose language you don’t speak, even the simplest tasks become exponentially more difficult. But at one point, after a haircut I was particularly pleased with, I had the foresight to take a selfie and store it in my phone. I didn’t have to rely on my nonexistent Italian to tell the barber what I wanted. I only needed to show him a picture.
By Ryan Frawley5 years ago in Wander
Journey To Fulfillment
Up until a few years ago, fulfillment was a concept that constantly eluded me. I was so wrapped up in just paying bills and getting my life together. The truth is that from age 15 to 25 I was constantly numbing my feelings with multiple substance. I had grown up gay in the midwestern and southern parts of the United States, so self-acceptance was nearly impossible. I didn’t really have any coping skills except for hiding my head in a good book or eating as much as possible. I felt completely alone for the majority of my childhood. My parents didn’t understand. They couldn’t have done anything differently. I know that now. I just hid within myself. There was no fulfillment. It was all about surviving and hoping people would leave me alone.
By David Jacobson5 years ago in Wander
A Month in China
Back in 2017 my wife and I traveled back to her home in China, it had been almost four years since she had last visited. She and I had just gotten married a year before and we had a tumultuous year and a half dealing with US Immigration (We live in Canada now, I moved her here with me.) and the Parents-in-Law wanted to meet me.
By Nicholas R Yang5 years ago in Wander
Out of Place at Home
Growing up, I always felt out of place. I just never really fit in. I didn’t like overly girly stuff, so I didn’t fit in with the girls. And I wasn’t a boy, so I didn’t fit in with the boys. On top of this, I was the tall kid. The overweight kid. As a six-foot seventh grader, whose figure did not conform to the acceptable petiteness of preteen girls, my time in middle school was fraught with feeling like the ultimate outsider. Always removed from the socializing that was happening in the circles a foot below me.
By Megan Clancy5 years ago in Wander
Living the Dream in Paris
Glass exploded in my face as the deafening percussion pounded my ears. “GET DOWN! GET DOWN!” Brad screamed. “THEY’RE SHOOTING AT US!” I dove to the floor of the Mercedes, just as a big, hairy hand reached menacingly towards me. My fantastic dream had just turned into a living nightmare!
By Donna L. Roberts, PhD (Psych Pstuff)5 years ago in Wander
Down and Out on the French Riviera
I started meditating in France. Every morning, I would step out onto the huge balcony, carpeted with fake green grass. The Southern sun would already be hot and strong, even in winter. The retractable awning hummed as I lowered it, settling myself into the rented wicker furniture to close my eyes and focus on my breath.
By Ryan Frawley5 years ago in Wander
How Sewing Helped Me Survive a 41-Country Trip
When I packed a small set of sewing scissors for the international trip I thought would take 12 months, I had no idea how much I’d need that craft on my coming adventure. In the early days of planning, I thought I’d do most of my sewing beforehand — ideally making myself a capsule wardrobe I could wear through a six-continent trip to research singleness.
By christianna5 years ago in Wander
What can be done with 40,000 origami cranes?
Folklore says if you fold 1000 origami cranes, you get a wish. I have a big wish. I wish for world peace. So, I find paper. I use scissors to cut it into a square. I write a secret wish on the paper. I fold it into an origami crane. I give it away. This is my simple yet powerful project, 1000 Cranes 4 Peace.
By Arlene Butler5 years ago in Wander
Ode to Paris
Paris is the beloved city of thousands of people around the world. It is a city that is associated with memories, love, vacations, and the education of people from various backgrounds. It is also geographically a place of freedom. Furthermore, it is no coincidence that, for decades, many persecuted people who manage to escape the dictatorial and totalitarian regimes of their countries have often chosen Paris as a safe haven.
By George Karouzakis 5 years ago in Wander
