humanity
The real lives of businessmen, professionals, the everyday man, stay at home parent, healthy lifestyle influencers, and general feel good human stories.
Therapeutic Fantasy of Mine
When someone said I lived in a fantasy world, I nearly fell off my unicorn. As a child, fantasy became the barrier between my peace and unpleasant realities that threatened my happiness. I powered my fantasy thoughts as a weapon against unpleasant notions, fears, bullies; you name it, my childhood imagination helped me ride the wave.
By Lori Armstrong4 years ago in Journal
75 Hard Day 3 & 4
Alright, days 3 & 4! Let’s get into it! So day 3 was slightly hectic, but a super fun hectic. I woke up super sleepy and stayed in bed a little later than normal. I made breakfast for my boyfriend and I and relaxed for a bit before heading to the garage to workout. I had just gotten my jump rope in the mail and was super excited to try it out. I did 15 minutes of jump roping then 30 minutes of strength training. Afterwards, my boyfriend and I went to the store. His family came over and we had a nice barbecue! While his family was over his sister and I walked our dogs for 15 minutes so I got some outside time in, then when they left I did 30 minutes of yoga.
By Emily McDonald4 years ago in Journal
NOT ALL POLICE ARE BAD COPS
Sgt. Dennis ‘DJ' Simmonds, who died in the line of duty seven years ago, is remembered by BPD for his service and sacrifice: Today, April 10, 2021, we honor the service and sacrifice of Boston Police Sgt. Dennis ‘DJ' Simmonds, who died seven years ago on this day after suffering a medical emergency as a result of injuries sustained during a shootout in Watertown with the attackers.
By The Blacksheepkid Collective by: El Pablo 1x4 years ago in Journal
September 13, 2001. Top Story - September 2021.
This story is from my blog: streetstoriesems.com On September 13, 2001, I was sitting around my union's office with several coworkers from different Brooklyn stations, awaiting transportation to Ground Zero. We were collectively living in a strange kind of haze after the biggest terrorist attack on our nation, and our city. We had been told to report to our union office if we wanted to assist in the rescue and recovery mission but no one there that day knew what to do with us at the moment. There was a row of telephones on a long table and one of them began to ring. I was the closest so I picked it up.
By Nancy Gwillym4 years ago in Journal
First Time on a Professional Film Set as a Paid Intern
As of uploading, the film discussed in this post has not been released, therefore will not be described by name. The images attached have had permission to post with the idea that it doesn't show anything impactful to the film.
By Gueniver Warren4 years ago in Journal
i forgot to remember
I felt my heart racing as I walked into the backstage waiting room. Sweat dripped down my face yet I barely noticed the heat, I was more focused on the fear in my heart. I sat in my row next to the people I had been singing next to all year. I had never been at a competition before for choir and I was ecstatic to perform. My leg bounced up and down as I listened to the group before us perform. I listened as 45 people became just a few voices. I listened as their harmonies blended and made a beautiful sound. They were good. I started to become nervous. I wanted to win. Of course this was not all about winning but it was a pretty large part, at least for me. My head shot up at the sound of my director talking. She said that we were going to be amazing and not to worry too much, this did not seem to calm my nerves, and by the looks of it, it didn't calm any other nerves. I plunged back into my thoughts, practicing the words of our songs in my head as to not forget them. This action actually made me more scared to forget the words. What would I do if I forgot? I could ruin it for everyone. It would be so obvious and everyone would blame me. I don't want that. I can't forget the words. I repeated them over and over again and the time began to pass faster. I was ripped from my thoughts by the sound of loud applause. Holy shit, I thought to myself, that is a lot of people. I had sung in front of big crowds before, but never ones who were judging me. My director signaled for us to stand. I heard the clinking of dozens of heels against the wood floors as we began to shuffle into our lines and proceed onto the stage. I felt my nerves fade away, strangely. They were replaced with excitement. I was beyond excited to sing some amazing songs and wow these judges. I took my place on the risers and took a deep breath as the piano played our starting pitch.
By Caroline Johnson4 years ago in Journal
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
