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One Dinner With Friends Reminded Me Why I Avoid Social Interaction
I’m notorious among my group of friends for turning down social invites. It’s amazing I have any friends left as often as I reply with a ‘no’ to their invitations. The guilt crushes me, but I feel helpless most days to offer another answer.
By Scott Ninneman3 years ago in Confessions
My passenger yells at me for 30 minutes straight
“Here when you’re ready” I press send on the message just as I pull into your street because I’ve learned that the mobile signal near your apartments is hopeless, so I need to send the message before I have zero bars. Besides, that usually gives me enough time to turn around before you're outside and ready to get into my car.
By D-Donohoe3 years ago in Confessions
how she started modeling for TARGET stores ✨
Watch the full video here: Q: How did you get started modeling? A: We actually had close friends who modeled for Target before us! Finley Smallwood and her sweet mama, Christina, introduced us to our agency after we met and stayed with them in NYC while Finley was shooting for her Target Holiday Ad!
By EMandKids | AmazingAbigailGrace4 years ago in Confessions
First Day Jitters
The cool air of the moon still lingered through the morning as my eyes opened to the light. I pulled the covers over my face in hopes of returning to the hours of least expectation, recreating the darkness to hide from the affliction of my responsibilities. To no avail, the alarm rang into my ears and shook me out of bed. I dragged my body to the edge of the mattress, ripping the blankets from my sheltered skin, to embrace the sting of the unforgiving breeze. The crisp cold greeted the tip of my nose as it leaked in through the cracked window. It was the only way I could ease my bones into sleeping, but it always became somewhat of a rude awakening. I stumbled over, collecting what was left of the joint from the night before, and pushed the window closed.
By TheLateBloom 5 years ago in Confessions
being pregnant as a teen saved my life
To say my childhood was challenging would be an understatement. I lived most of it being told that I was a mistake. That, single-handedly, I ruined the life of the person responsible for my birth by simply existing in this world that they brought me in to by no choice of my own. I wasn't just told, sometimes I was hurt. Transparently, the bruises were just icing on the cake that was all of the emotional damage I carried through the rest of time. The bruises didn't hurt nearly as much as everything else.
By EMandKids | AmazingAbigailGrace4 years ago in Confessions
I Joined the 5 AM Club and Hated Life for a Bit
Before this experiment, the title that had come to mind was: I joined the 5 AM Club and Changed My Life. I had a gut feeling that this would finally be the one simple habit to start turning my days into true wins, allowing for maximum productivity, creativity, and happiness.
By Justin Boyette4 years ago in Confessions
Jumping Off the High Dive Board
I’ve never been a great swimmer. I can manage and all, but I never went in for having distance badges sewn onto my trunks, or diving board showboating. As a teenager, I enjoyed frolicking in the shallows, eyeing up girls, and performing illicit bombs when the pool attendant wasn’t looking.
By Joe Young4 years ago in Confessions
Sneaking into the Cinema
In the centre of my home town, Blyth, there stands a huge building that was once a cinema, but which, like many of its fellows, is now a pub belonging to a huge national chain. The building had lain derelict for many years, so its refurbishment was welcomed, and an eyesore was transformed.
By Joe Young4 years ago in Confessions
People still don't trust me with an axe
I was at my friend’s place a few weeks back giving them a hand with a few things. They had a tree that needed to be cut down and I headed over to grab the axe. I’ve never seen them move so fast in my life, they got to the axe before me and said, “Ah, I think after what happened before, maybe I’ll do the chopping”.
By D-Donohoe4 years ago in Confessions
Spring Cleaning
I suppose we hide it well, like cobwebs our mothers hasten to dust away before an aunt comes to visit. But, it's there, silently knocking at the door. It waits to come in. Such is the residual wound of abuse and the horrid tales that accompany it. It leaks into my conversations sometimes, but mostly now it stays tucked away.
By Laura Lann4 years ago in Confessions
Deprioritizing Email Has Greatly Improved My Work Productivity and Overall Job Satisfaction
For as far back as I can remember in my career the first thing I did everyday upon arriving to work was check and respond to email, it was also the last thing I did before I left each day. It was also the thing I did regularly throughout the day each day of each workweek. Checking and responding to emails has always been at the very top or very near the top of my priority list at work. The portion of my work time I spend checking and responding to emails grew each year, and seemed to neatly mirror my own growth within the business where I worked. As my responsibilities grew so did the size of my inbox. I prided myself at keeping my inbox and unread emails at or near zero and always responding promptly to each and every message no matter how unimportant or trivial. In recent years as the flood of emails reached record levels I devised ever more complicated systems of rules for prioritizing, categorizing, organizing, and storing emails into folders and subfolders, groups, and subgroups. I asked colleagues to explain their even more complicated systems so that I might learn from them and mimic their best ideas. It was an ongoing, uphill, seemingly never ending, battle against an enemy whose numbers were never depleted, and in fact mustered more troops to the field each and every day. I was just one man going toe to toe against this ever growing onslaught of emails and I was determined to never give up, never surrender. All of this effort was undertaken with one overarching goal in mind, maximizing the number of emails I could receive and respond to in the shortest possible amount of time, and always in priority order. Typically that meant that priority was assigned based on the senders rank within the particular business within which I worked, with those higher up the chain being prioritized above those below. Special deference would always be given to my direct manager, who's emails (almost) always took priority over anything else from anyone in the organization, including my own direct reports. Failing to respond within hours was shameful, failing to respond in the same day an unmitigated disaster, not responding at all, well, let's just say some things were downright unthinkable.
By Everyday Junglist4 years ago in Confessions
