humanity
The real lives of businessmen, professionals, the everyday man, stay at home parent, healthy lifestyle influencers, and general feel good human stories.
What could go wrong?
Growing up, I was given the nickname of ‘Flash’. I used to, and continue to, make decisions without ever thinking of the consequences those decisions will have. Recently I made the decision to move across Canada. What brought on that decision? A bad mental headspace. The feeling of being stuck in both my professional life and my personal life. Needing a change. I had no idea what I wanted my next steps to be, but I knew I needed a change, and a big one at that. So instead of doing what any rational person would do, and change their job, or their city, or take some time for a change of scenery. I made the choice to move across the country. Away from everything I knew, all my family. Without a job, or a place to live. I spent very little time looking into the cost of living somewhere. I just made the decision. Convincing a friend of mine, and a friend of his, to come with me. So here we were, going big, and NOT going home. We loaded our vehicles with as much as we could fit, towed my Mazda with his 1991 Chevy Rally van. In our load of things, this man loads a Transmission into the back of his van. Weird, right? But Mr. Mechanic wanted to make sure he was prepared if anything came up. Next came the over abundance of tools, I have never even seen. With everything loaded and ready to go, away we went. Passing through towns I have never even heard of.
By Sierra Cole4 years ago in Journal
Can technology cause the gap between generations?
According to a survey from PayScale, the average age of employees is almost 35 in many of the most successful companies in the technology industry. While the relationship between age and technology use is unpredictable, the growing inequality in the industry is not surprising. Technology can bridge the gap between generations by influencing how adults learn to use new technologies.
By Shreya Poudel4 years ago in Journal
Adulting Can Get Hectic
It’s 2021, and a lot of us are still dealing with the ramifications of COVID. However, a lot of the things people dealt with during the pandemic for the first time have been the story of my life since birth. From losing jobs, being confined to your home when you didn’t do anything, surviving on a tight budget because you didn’t know when you’d get paid next, illness and most of all, death and grief; I’d like to be a jerk and say welcome you’ve had a taste of my world but, I have a little more compassion than that. In fact, I can sympathize, empathize and I can show compassion; I’m a rare one, I tend to see both sides and relate, side effects of being a female raised by 2 ½ men. If you guys are anything like me life has a tendency to get hectic and you get caught up in the fast lane because ADULTING CAN GET HECTIC. Trying to be Superman or Wonder Woman and handle everything while at the same time not being a bother to those you love and balancing self-care. It gets to a point where keeping in touch with people who aren’t under your roof gets placed on the back burner. So much so you forget to take time to slow down and appreciate the little things and those close to you until that is they wind up dying. Like sheesh even with the hard childhood I had I’d still choose to go back to being a kid hahaha. Anyways, it’s when death comes that you start to reminisce on the good times. You’re forced to pause and focus briefly, that is, if the person had even a small impact or difference in your life at one point. You remember that person was your backbone, the glue, the one that checked up on you, gave you good advice when you had no one, or simply listened so you could vent and get your frustrations off, or whatever the case may be life at the moment you hear the news stands still. Life and love can often be taken for granted because we get so busy and wrapped up until death comes and wakes us back up. There have been four deaths that jolted me and had me reevaluate life for better or worse. Till this day I still miss key people that have passed. My birth mother, the warden aka my dad, my sister Lauren and my teddy bear Jay. I always used to wonder what was worse missing someone you never knew but their memory had detrimental effects or people that you shared good times, memories and laughter with. I finally have the answer from experience and the answer is people I have memories with.
By Kimmie Hite4 years ago in Journal
Unforgettable
While many circumstances life can unfold before us, among the worst is turning jobless－unintentionally. A year ago, in the early autumn of 2020, I was relieved of work due to a misunderstanding between a former coworker and my ex-boss, a young Caucasian Californian lass who seemed to take me for a womanizer.
By Christian Lee4 years ago in Journal
Congress Street Luxury
My first apartment was a dirty two bedroom on the top floor of a business that didn't sell anything but stale chips and late night meetings. My mail was stolen regularly and I took smoke breaks by a house people entered and exited through a busted window. The entire building smelled of stale blunts and filth. I loved it.
By Arwyn Sherman4 years ago in Journal
Picking Up the Pieces After a Friend Has Left: Tom Bradbury
Please bear with me, as this is my first time doing this in writing. Unfortunately, this is not my first eulogy. Nor is it my first for one someone that has made such a large impact on my life in such a short time. I’ve spent most of my day trying to write this and finding it hard to piece together the words. I’ve been lurking, but not as active as normal in the Vocal community today. This is because we have lost one of our most beloved creators.
By Atomic Historian4 years ago in Journal
Christmas in Miller Park
It was Christmas day. I had just got off a 12 hour shift and was getting ready to spend the night alone with my thoughts. Yesterday had been a really bad day. My mom proved for the thousandth time that I didn’t really matter to her, and for the thousandth time I wished that wasn’t true. I wished there was some way I could make myself worth something to her, to make her love me and accept my love. But it was becoming more and more clear I could only love her from a distance.
By Hannah Rose4 years ago in Journal
Turning a New Leaf
If there ever came a time when someone asks me what my life was like growing up or what would be the most pivotal event, I honestly wouldn’t know how to answer. So, when this challenge went live, I read the requirements, wondered what I would talk about then decided it wasn’t for me. Thinking back nothing stood out to me as awe-inspiring, drastic or as the challenge puts it ‘coming-of-age’. But I thought about it overnight, and came to the decision that as plain as I see my life, what would it hurt to tell others?
By Jasmine S.4 years ago in Journal
From the "Old Barn" to the "Pear Tree"
I recall checking the Challenges section of Vocal.media one day with raised eyebrows; a multitude of new challenges were listed. “Summer Fiction Series” - 8 challenges in as many weeks. Top prize in each was $5,000.
By Megan Baker (Left Vocal in 2023)4 years ago in Journal
Dishonor
“Kim and I are seeing each other and were in love. I’m sorry you had to find out this way.” Jake said. “You’re a liar Kim would never do that to me, why would you want to hurt me like this.” I screeched. “There was a long pause. “I’m sorry I wanted to tell you before but she didn’t want to hurt you, call her and ask; she’ll tell you.” he said “That’s my best friend. She would never do that, why do you hate me so much that you’d lie on her.” I hung up the phone enraged. My thoughts raced 1000 miles per hour. Why would he do this to me we were no longer together but why befriend me and act as if he cared about a friendship, all to take another stab at me as if the break up hadn’t hurt me before. It had been more than a year and yet the sting or rejection still slightly lingered. I wanted the friendship I guess, but truth be told Kim had been spending the last year pushing us both in each other lives feeding me the idea he still wanted to be with me. Now here I’m sitting with my head spinning in confusion. All from a few text and a call between my only two friends in the middle of my work day. I was sick to my stomach on why he wanted to destroy me or my friendship for that matter. What if anything had I done to this guy?
By Laquell Gashi4 years ago in Journal
