Embarrassment
My Life At 30 Years Old
So I pull a "fuck it" and let my hands flow on the keyboard, let my brain tell me what to write. I wanted to write about how great it is to be 30 years old, I wanted to write that I don't understand those who complain now that they have reached this age, but instead I will write about myself. Because I rarely write about myself.
By Viorel Secareanu3 years ago in Confessions
A Shitty (literally) Incident That Happened To Me at The Vienna Train Station
--- Whatever, that being said, let's take a short break from the travelogue of the 30 days in Europe and move on to the tragicomic happenings that happened, obviously, in Vienna. The main one, I say, which I consider the cherry on the cake of disappointments in this city, and a small one, but still shitty…
By Viorel Secareanu3 years ago in Confessions
Running Away (Literally) From Failure
7 hours into a 50km ultramarathon and my body is screaming. Each foot fall feels heavy and swollen, my hips want to lock in place and my legs protest every stride. Meanwhile the aches run up and down my spine searching for a way to break my posture. They find it beneath the straps of my camel pack where they settle in, straining my neck and shoulders until all I could do was sag.
By Loryne Andawey3 years ago in Confessions
How I Almost Joined an MLM
I have a mentor that I work with on my career goals, let's call him Sam. Sam is a trusted individual in my life, who I can also call a friend and have a professional relationship with. He’s a sharp guy, big into self-help books and personal and professional development. He often spoke about his ‘business’ that he worked on evenings and weekends, but remained vague when I asked about what it is. I knew he was part of a mentorship group, that he spent a lot of his free time on travelling to London for ‘leadership conferences’ and attended online seminars on personal development. In one of our mentor sessions, I may have expressed an interest in creating some passive income, but still needed to look for ideas.
By AV4 years ago in Confessions
Madness
The person I used to be can never return because I won’t let her. She was naïve. She let her emotions dictate her life. She was explosive and reckless. She did her best, though, and I’ll forever respect her. But this new person that I have become came at a price that there is no refund for. Unimaginable loss. Tragedy. Pain. The lessons that I had to learn burned the old me alive. With no guidance or survival guide, the only thing left to do was transform. It feels like a lifetime has passed, a different time and place. But, if you look deep enough into my eyes, you can still see her weeping face. (Beauty in Darkness, by B. Vigil.)
By Theresa Evans4 years ago in Confessions
How to Protect Yourself from Financial Fraud
The pursuit of financial gain is typically behind most cons, although some are more transparent about it than others. Scammers could try to convince you to pay for something you don’t need or ask you to put money into something shady in order to get their money. The majority of them, on the other hand, are designed to harvest information for the purpose of financial gain.
By Estalontech4 years ago in Confessions
Survivor Of Domestic Violence Offers Hope To Victims With Inspirational Book Titled “Letters to Mama: All The Things I Never Said”
UTICA, NEW YORK – About 1 in 5 women have experienced severe physical violence from an intimate partner, according for the U.S. Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. For Angela U. Carter of upstate New York, that statistic hits too close to home.
By Nikki Gaskins Campbell4 years ago in Confessions
Meet you
The more you look at your back, the farther you go, and the more tears blur my eyes. I've missed you countless sleepless nights. Meeting you in a sea of people is the most beautiful destiny of my life. A turn from you has become my deepest thought. If I hadn't met you, where would I be now? What I want is very simple, I just want to have you by my side forever.
By aaliyah kale4 years ago in Confessions
Where's the Head
Being divorced for more than fifteen years, I had learned to do things on my own. I did things my way and had become independent enough not to rely on anyone’s help. To be honest, there were other options for me. My sons were preteens and while they were a big help to me, I still found the need to do many things without asking them for help.
By Margaret Brennan4 years ago in Confessions
