Some realness 👀 ❌🚫🆘
Is the thought of work tomorrow making you anxious? 😬😬😬
Last month, I quit my steady corporate job despite the cries of my well-meaning family. 🤦♀️🙅♀️🤷♀️
At 27, I had worked my way up to the HQ of a giant international travel company 🧳✈️ It had all the elements of a really great job, but everyday I had to pull myself out of bed to make myself want to go. 😴 ...
It wasn’t the job. It was perfect👌 It just wasn’t where I wanted to be.
For years you see, I had a burning desire to try and build a motivational website. Deep down, I knew I would never be truly happy until I tried it.❤️
Now, even if I return to a corporate job in the future, I will be happy in the knowledge that I gave this my all. 😤🔥💪 And actually want to get out of bed to go to work, like I do now 👀
If you have a burning desire you’re trying to suppress, why not start working towards it now? 💯✅
It’s too risky not to try ⚠️❗️🔥
Let me know what you think in the comments below ⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️
Ajudar o próximo é um ato de amor que contribui para a construção de um mundo bem melhor para a nossa e para as próximas gerações. Qual é o mundo que você gostaria de viver daqui para frente? Você também acredita que suas ações são decisivas na realidade que viveremos daqui para frente? Faça sua parte! 🙌💙 #MoradiaAlagoas#Inspiração#Reflexão
I love poetry because it has offered me a chance to revisit parts of my life that I’ve locked away, things I’ve forgotten to fully process. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
My time living in Illinois sometimes seems like a freezing cold blur. Last year I made myself revisit my first semesters at Wheaton, and this is the poem that came out of it: A small poem about my freshman year, about the bittersweet excitement of forging my own path, 600 miles from home. It reminds me of some of the first times I really began to feel like my own person, and the loneliness that accompanied those realizations. It reminds me of the beginnings of some of the best friendships I’ve ever had. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
“My 19th Birthday”
As the sun dipped down below the horizon, we trudged through the snow in our clunky boots and knee-length coats. We were an odd group, the four of us, but we’d found a feeling of home in each other that had seemed to be missing since moving to that grey, midwestern suburb. We piled into the dusty car, borrowed from a friend, and she drove us with the over-alertness of someone who was unaccustomed to a big city rush hour. Finally breaking free of traffic, we coasted down the highway, music pumping through the speakers. The vibrations of the bass lulled me away as I stared at Chicago's twinkling lights in the distance. I thought of home and pine trees and wrecking my first car, distant memories that I could no longer recount in fluid motion, but now only in still snapshots. To my right, powdery snow blew off a passing car and landed in little flecks on my window. Nineteen years and maybe I’m just now becoming myself.
Half man, half amazing. So we took a lunch 🥙 together and a effective workout in between all the meetings 📜. Love our flexible lifestyle. He barely put his shirt on after our run 🏃 . Oh this man.. he is so brave and cool. Totally in love and daily inspired by him. Btw, look how beautiful Sweden 🇸🇪 are. See the background? So grateful for being surrounded by all this beauty.