All posts tagged: encouragement

Stop Being Mad At Yourself

Originally posted on Rosie Culture:
I haven’t been able to get myself to the gym more than once a week lately and I always feel guilty about it. But there are times when you want to go to the gym and you’re too lazy and then there are times you just don’t want to go. And I just don’t feel up to going. And some days I eat a lot more than I should or eat things that really aren’t good for me. And I feel bad about myself even though I was just listening to what my body wants. I just want to stop being mad at myself about these things. Being mad at yourself isn’t going to change anything, it’s just going to motivate you less. It will just lower your self-esteem until you can’t even get out of bed or until you’re loading your plate with junk food. Didn’t meditate today? It’s okay. Didn’t go to the gym today, yesterday, or the day before that? It’s okay. Ate a whole pizza today?…

Laughter Looks Good on You

Originally posted on This, That and the Other Thang:
I love my laugh. It’s probably one of my favorite things about me. (I know, in a society that values modesty above all other things, that’s not exactly something that you’re supposed to say. You’re not supposed to have favorite things about yourself; other people can have favorite things about you and give you compliments and you take them graciously, but you never admit that you agree. Well, I think that’s kind of silly, because if you love something about yourself, you should own it. But I digress.) Someone once told me that my laugh is the kind of thing people know they’ve earned, that makes them feel good about themselves, because they feel like they were genuinely funny enough to earn such a reaction. It’s a loud laugh, obnoxious at times and certainly the direct opposite of sexy (boy, I’m really selling this thing, aren’t I?) because I’ve never been able to learn how to make it quieter and I’ve never bothered to try. I’ll giggle…

Beyond My Reach

Originally posted on keithgarrettpoetry:
BEYOND MY REACH With my hand stretched to the sky I cannot touch the stars so high, Nor the clouds, a falling star, or the sun going down. The wind, I cannot grab hold, a bird in flight, A dream in the night, never a yesterday. Beyond my reach is not my dreams, It is not that which I pray for. The hand of god I cannot touch, in my heart I can surely take hold, It is not hope, nor faith, it is not a tomorrow. Beyond my reach are many things, Beyond my reach is not everything. Keith Garrett

How to be a Marginally Successful Freelance Writer

Whilst we all know freelance writers exist, becoming one sounds almost impossible. Surely being paid to work from home, never having to get out of your pajamas and effectively being able to stay in bed all day is too good to be true? Note: This article refers to non-fiction writing and is for people who want to be professional journalists, bloggers etc. Fiction writing is probably similar and some of these tips will still apply, but if fiction is your thing you will have a slightly different process. This also refers quite exclusively to online writing, journalism, blogging etc. My office The bad news Becoming an online freelance writer is easier than you think, but if you’re expecting immediate riches (or any substantial money at all for the first few months) then you’ll be disappointed. Unless you are very, very lucky you won’t instantly become a respected writer for a well-known website. Don’t expect regular wages When you do start getting paid (and you will if you keep at it) it won’t be a substantial …

Do Yourself a Favor and Buy That Damn Plane Ticket Already

Originally posted on infinite satori:
“Travel is never a matter of money but of courage.  I spent a large part of my youth traveling the world as a hippie. And what money did I have then? None. I barely had enough to pay for my fare. But I still consider those to have been the best years of my youth.The great lessons I learned has been precisely those that my journeys had taught me.” -Paulo Coelho I know you. You look through countless of travel blogs, browse through the travel section of the bookstore, read Lonely Planet guidebooks, and National Geographic magazines. You’re in love with city maps, atlases, and globes. You get shivers down your spine when you run your fingers down the tiny blood veins on a map as if it was breathing and coming alive. And it says to you, “Buy a god damn ticket and explore me.” But you don’t, because you look out the window and you’re in the 22nd floor of a building and your sitting in your cubicle with a deadline…

Write Everyday

Originally posted on Confessions of a 20-something:
Inspiration and time are the two major writing blocks that I seem to be experiencing lately. Even as I type “time” I think to myself, “If it’s important, you make time.” I know! But after staring at a computer screen for 8+ hours a day, the last thing I want to do when I get home from work, is continue to stare a computer screen. And then when I write on actual pen and paper, I have to then transfer that to the computer. And that almost never happens. Because then I am forced to confront my writing again. And quite often the feelings that I was writing about. So, I have a list of prompts that I think I will genuinely enjoy writing about. I’m not going to promise that they will be written about every day. I’m not going to promise that they will be in order. I am definitely not going to promise that all of them are going to be posted to this blog.…

Your Life Matters

Originally posted on Doing Wells:
A Time to Mourn. I don’t often cry on my way to work. Normally it’s just a dull drive in, weaving between the slow drivers while trying not to get rear-ended by the fast ones. But this past week, I found myself sitting in traffic with a tear on my cheek. I was listening to a panel discussion at the Village Church. Pastor Matt Chandler was interviewing four African-American believers about how they reacted to the shootings in Minnesota, Baton Rouge, and frankly every state in America at this point. As they shared how they felt,  I found myself weeping with their pain. I guess I was fulfilling Romans 12:15: Weep with those who weep. In our world, this means we must weep with African-Americans AND with law enforcement officers. In our world, this means we must be weeping a lot. Almost unceasingly. Yet, it’s so easy to get callous toward these events. They’re happening so often, and the rapid fire of shooting tragedies has caused my heart to grow hard. To move on so…

Exit: Stage Fright.

This topic is old news to me, considering how many times I have been called up for a presentation and when I go to give the presentation I clam up. I know I will never be able to avoid or run away from presentations, but it’s still one of my biggest fears. As big as my cockroach phobia and the idea of paranormal beings. If you have ever felt your heart beating so loud like a big bass drum, your brain and mouth suddenly going AWOL, and what feels like butterflies fluttering around in your stomach, then this is probably a typical scenario for you when it comes to presentations. Yours truly isn’t a fan of presentations. I abhor them. I detest them. I dislike them. I hate them. The idea of doing anything in front of an audience is not attractive to me. I suppose you could say that I’ve never been trained nor taught the proper way of stage performance. Not even when I used to play the piano. At the end of each …