Okay, I admit it. I listen to pop music. My current playlist consists of a collage of genres and artists. I listen to pop, country, instrumentals, movie themes, operatic pop, Indie, classical, the occasional rap song, etc. I’m sure each genre has its own set of problems, but at the moment, my ax to grind …
Every now and then I find inspiration—or perhaps more accurately, inspiration finds me. I often catch myself staring into space and questioning my purpose in this grand scheme of life. Surely every soul is endowed with an inherent mission? An eternal purpose? A universal undertaking, task, to-do list? But what’s mine? Did I somehow miss …
Modest Much? Clothing is, unfortunately, an inconvenient but necessary part of life (unless of course, you live in a nudist colony, in which case, I reckon you’d face a plethora of other inconveniences). Since the dawn of time, clothing has been designed to serve a set of purposes: to cover nakedness, provide protection from the …
“Fulfillment” has a range of definitions to a variety of people. For the purpose of this discussion, “fulfillment” is a feeling of contentment and peace. It isn’t necessarily ecstasy or euphoria, but quiet satisfaction with life and the direction in which one is heading. Define Satisfaction: Level of happiness, overall contentedness, and life-peace on a scale …
I tend to talk a lot about respecting and loving yourself. It’s a burden on my soul, really, as I have seen too many people (especially girls and women) beat themselves up over a body that just doesn’t seem to conform to the world’s definition of “beauty.” They constantly speak self-deprecating words. They have built …
“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is …
How I lost it, and how I’m working to get it back This used to be me: the daydreamer, the idealist. Okay, let’s be honest—I wasn’t that skinny. But still, I was ridiculously creative. I had a dangerously vivid imagination. I used to stumble upon inspiration regularly. But then, something changed… I first recall recognizing …