humanity

The real lives of businessmen, professionals, the everyday man, stay at home parent, healthy lifestyle influencers, and general feel good human stories.

Dead cats, crows feet and cancer.
I think a lot about how we live our whole lives in the pursuit of a distraction from death. You live your life looking forward to “the next thing” and one day those things run out. We’re all faced with death in our lives no matter our culture, religion or background. It is a part of life and a part of us, an inescapable truth- that we usually try to avoid thinking or talking about. Lately it’s the only thing on my mind.
By Crisalynn Mckenzie Rose Smith4 years ago in Journal
Diaries Of A Contractor!
*CONTRACTOR 21+ yrs *VISIONARY 30+yrs *PLANTBASED DIET 5+yrs *SONCIAL MEDIA INFLUENCER 8+yrs *Entrepreneur (LIFETIME) Over the past 21 years plus i have perfomed all types of contractor work, i have work in every neighborhood in Detroit, Mi. Behind the scenes i have experienced some dynamic situations. Sometimes it may take More than Words To express the emotions, adrenaline of what your eyes and spirit may be experiencing at the time the circumstances are taking place!
By Calvin Davis4 years ago in Journal
LAW
LAW- A binding custom or practice of a community: A rule of conduct or action prescribed or formally recognized as binding or enforced by a controlling authority It takes a village to raise a child, most agencies organizations and politicians missed out on that message, So many have failed the community and people, unless as it’s has been proven in many different cases the conduct and practices put in place has not upheld the law they became Lawless so it seems the people that declares rights entitlement and patriotism are far from the reality of this Lawlessness if you will, eventually The Lawless will cross paths and eventually have no other choice by fault or default non exempt will meet LAW.
By Tshura Y4 years ago in Journal
The River Bed.
I had twenty minutes left on my shift, and I could not wait to go home. It was my third week working at the local starbucks. We lived in a tourist town, so we saw people from all over the world, but only one woman seemed to stand out to me.
By Lena4 years ago in Journal
Being Roger to his Jessica Rabbit
We're not going to act like this is about to be a sweep you off your feet, two tears in a bucket, go through a little drama here and there, cute, cuddly gay love story, cause THIS AINT THAT HUNNY! Instead strap yourself in to the rollercoaster that has unexpectedly, unfortunately known as my Love life, the adult years. Now, I will have to do some quick recapping for everyone that doesn't live inside my head and have been following me around everyday for the last 10-15 years, LOL. Of course, that is to be expected, so bare with me and re-read if necessary.
By Sebastian St. James III4 years ago in Journal
Angels and Ayahuasca.
For as long as I can remember I have been trying to connect with the angels. I remember at a music recital when I was little, wanting to feel their company so badly, that I sat with my hand open, hoping one of them would take it. I felt nothing, though now I know they were definitely there- singing through me.
By Anne Lebans4 years ago in Journal
EAST.
Have You Seen My Daddy? The night was fast approaching as the people I saw on the streets in this sparse neighborhood seemed as though they were hurrying up for fear of something dangerous coming, rushing to go inside their houses where it was safe.
By Test4 years ago in Journal
A Rest Manifesto - Part 1
My mother carried me through a stormy pregnancy, so when I finally emerged into this dark, uncertain world, she said, "You've done well. Rest now, dear child." And that is my name: Simi (Which, as you may have guessed, means "rest" in my language).
By Simi4 years ago in Journal
My Work Is Rest
Living in the age of social media we are constantly bombarded with images, videos, clips, etc. of what others are doing and it can leave a lot of us feeling, or more specifically me feeling like I am not doing enough. There is always the possibility of more, working more, “grinding” harder, hustling, less sleep; all of these notions and phrases that are paraded around to make us feel like this is the highway to success and if you choose not to do these things you are simply lazy. This year I have promised myself that instead of listening to the endless chatter about working harder, I will continue to look inward and listen to what my mind, body, and spirit needs. Ignoring the things I need is a disservice to myself and the only thing I am ever truly obligated to do is care for myself. That of course inevitably includes working, but not at the expense of my health both physically and mentally.
By Nevaeh McFarland4 years ago in Journal
What rest means to me.
When I think of what it means to rest, my first thought is to simply stop. Stop doing…stop thinking…stop being. Each of those statements could easily be followed by several actions/ideas. Stop doing things that hinder your growth. Stop thinking about the past. Stop being the person who always says yes. Whatever the case, I realized rest requires much more than simply stopping something. Rest can also mean starting something. Either way, it needs to be intentional. Without intentionality, you are simply stopping or starting something without a purpose which can result in wasted time and energy. And who has time for that?! I’ve learned that the best rest involves the whole person. And by whole person, I mean mind and body. What good does 8 hours of sleep every night get you if you’re mentally exhausted?
By Donna Lloyd4 years ago in Journal
A Giant Ball of Yarn
If you’re anything like me, it’s easy to spend too much time in your head. It's easy to come up with grand scenarios, these wild fantasies about what life could be like in two year’s, five year’s time. Easy to have in rotation a list of amazing expectations of what could be possible with the right amount of hard work and determination.
By isthecoporami4 years ago in Journal
Sleeping In With Sanity
There was a battery pack inside of me. I never truly found out where it was placed. Maybe it was placed in my throat chakra, or maybe it was placed in my spirit. Wherever it was placed, socializing took an excessive amount of energy out of it. My social battery never really had a good battery life. Sometimes I can feel when she’s waning out, but other times I try to speak and it takes me an enormous amount of fuel to get even the smallest of sentences out or simply reply with an emoji. My social battery is simply the amount of energy that I have to not only interact with others, but even be in the same room as them. For a long time family and friends had convinced me that something was wrong with needing to be alone, valuing my time in isolation, and not having enough in me to converse. I would force myself to be in rooms long after my battery life had expired and be exhausted afterwards. When my battery was low, or even worse dead, self-care was always the hardest tasks to complete. The task of washing my face felt like I was being faced with having to tug a mountain with a thread of floss. I realized that the world was way too entitled to my energy.
By daiz'jona4 years ago in Journal