Most Commented Self-Improvement Blogs (526)

I know for sure, everyone has dreams & hopes to explore each of some
possibilities if they do come up. Why not. It doesn`t hurt anyone, unless you`re the type to do something on purpose.
Without a start, keeping your mind on certain things, you can`t explore new things, so we take chances.
Not all things come to pass. But at least, you know you tried to make whatever you dream to make something happen for your own destiny.
If you don`t try....lets say, "You may never know" or ask, "Why did I wait ", or "I should have".
We all have experienced things like that.
I was fifteen, at the time. I think my mom dressed me down, with hexagon metal glasses.
But I know we didn`t have money, being a child, that was born to an immigrant couple. I was very aware.of the times of The Great Depression.
I dreamt of being different than I was. Being a cancer sign...this loomed over other things, in the back of my mind....always, pretended being a wife, & mother, when young. But in school, mom could not communicate properly, with teachers & had to have a teacher convince her I could not see the school board work, & needed glasses.
Not too much attention was paid for being clean, we had no tub or shower. So, mom visited my aunt, often, when she took a towel & soap with her, on frequent visits. "By the way, can we use your tub?" -was a question that was etched in my mind..(very embarrassing).
But I over-came that. I was going to make sure, I`d use my dreams & make due with imagination.

I looked for ads in the paper.Being a waitress was appealing to me.
We moved across the street. -Don`t even think on this one thing.
My Mother had a idea (or dream), to build a house, when my dad finally got work which was hard to do, at the time. She met a Polish woman who use to loan money, at 2% interest, to people of the same decent, nearby. She heard of it through others -except my dad. She barrowed $1,000. 00. My dad knew nothing of this.
(I was not to say anything, since I was only 6 yrs old-otherwise, I`d get her eagle eye).. She`d pay it back, since Pop, gave here the check, getting enough for his Imperial whiskey, & a little bit for tobacco, for his pipe.
We had a porch at the old house, with homemade furniture, an oak table that didn`t fit in the 3 bedroom house.
And, of course, my mom`s homemade rocker, which she always used. especially, if she had an idea, for something, as mentioned. (She always rocked faster when her mind was really active!!) I noticed that.
She eventually paid the woman back in a year. My dad still knew nothing, except it was appealing to him to get excess wood to make things, & they became bigger as time went on. Asking if he good have the left-over wood, still not knowing the house was to be ours. The stuff got bigger. My mom found a designer, & he made some plans for her urgings....two bedrooms, one bath, living room, kitchen, etc. The house went up. Meanwhile, with my mom`s raised eye brows, watching my dad bring enough to build a shed on the side of our small house, she`d have to figure a way, to let him knw what she did. (I`m the one who let it slip).
We took a walk, & I mentioned, looking at the house, & said, proudly. "OURS:???? My mom looked at me for a second, & held my hand until it was white.....
My dad had a questioned look. "vat you did , now"?? She had to tell him what happened . She barrowed another $2,000.00 & was half paid back. My brother was drafted, as the war was in progress. He sent money enough to pay the rest. Can`t believe my dad took the credit...& my mom let him.-some dreams do come true.

Back to me, looking in the paper, with meager clothing, I changed & sewed & added stuff to, I found I
could take a bus, earned enough money to pay for Patricia Steven`s Modeling & Finishing school. I did model for 3 yrs, doing live statues I department store windows, & modeled play clothing.

Not matter what? we have to stay Positive!
And make the best of our daily life!
Either when it come down to catastrofe you could find something positve!
Each ob as are important,
Everyone ob as has talent just we have to find it! Always sorrender your self with positive people! People who will love and respect you not matter what?

Take a hobby that you will really enjoy!
Avoid stress by arriving to an interview at list 5 minutes early!
Take a piece of chewing gum, and chew it every time when you are nervous!
Do not stress your self thinking negative thoughts!
Do something nice for your self by buy a little thing as an icecream, smething that will make you happy!
By thinking in other people!
And thinking how they feel without money and a place to live!
That some how you are lucky
To have what you have!

From Balicia.



You could reply here! Or send me a message!

Its been quite some times I has absent from create a blog. Not because lake of sources,
but as a matter of fact, I was too busy felt sorry for my self and situation after got work termination.

For those who have ever suffered a same situation like me might felt as same as mind.
Confused..,
Desperately..,
Angry..,
Speechless.,
Blank of any idea...etc..

But.., God is Mighty and always know what we needed most than what we wanted most.
He turn me up from an ordinary employee into a business woman.
He does not matter how old I am, how weak I am, how unfaithful (sometimes) I am to Him.
He keeps caring, loves, and teach me that be able to contribute hobby and expertise in culinary
to happy people who enjoy it, is a blessing

Its been a month I am doing this online culinary business at home. The branded is " CRISPY BITES".
Starting from 2 tastes of Chicken Rice Bowls and 4 variant of Banana Crispy Nuggets, now it has become
6 tastes of Chicken Rice Bowls, 8 variant Banana Crispy Nuggets and 3 variant of soft drinks.

The funny things is those inspiration of new dish always come to me when I wake up in the morning.
Ideas always comes in the right time and place.

So bloggers, never give up on your life, go get your dream, cherish every minutes that you have by
making yourself useful to people around you. Dont make ages become a barrier. Be always proud of your self.

Happy weekend to all bloggers..

I'm hungover today guess what mine was lol thank you Coors

As always, the beginning follows the end just as the night follows the morning. Little is consequence aside from the absence of common sense among the masses and a total loss of definable structure within the system held in place only by the image/tradition the people blissfully hold dear. It's not the new car you have, the house, the job, the assets and material wealth you have,.. real wealth of life is what is done with it. Who has been inspired by you, what still stands/exists/lives because of your presence. Life is the defining moment when you (your soul) has the chance to say what is on your agenda, do what is in your own personal nature, create beyond what you ever have experienced into the physical world. There is nothing left that is unreasonable to assume once your limit's threshold has been set adrift. The ramp has been placed before you, the crowd quiets, your heart races as time slows to a stop; you no longer are thinking with your body's physical mind (brain). Now you have arrived to a place of action where time flows in a less direct manner and active ability is more direct as well as more naturally fluid. This state of flow allows for a more advanced method of performing any action with the body. No interrupt or delay in acting on an idea, seeing as there is no obvious thoughts on the surface at this time; instead intention is king. A goal is now a reality if put into action, no hesitation, lack of understanding or worry of outcome. The body becomes a tool to print ideas, a true vessel to inspire progress. At this point a personal singularity has been reached in which the initiate now possesses the ability to complete that which is desired. These states of flow forgetfully hold such virtues with the common man; they who find themselves in such a state only to shake themselves out of it as though it were counter-intuitive to embrace it...

Is there a center for the longing that I've felt for years? Is there a place I must go, or journey I must take; perhaps a lesson still to be learned? What can guide me if not my own intuition? How can I follow a path that I don't lay before me? So many questions, such a seemingly short period to recognize the extent of which my actions will benefit my comfort level.. How can I express myself in the manner I wish to? Let alone, to whom? Each other that I confide in loosely creates the whole which is my external opinion center. Alone is efficient yet lacking of purpose.. as is a shared soul I suppose.. all just a temp adjustment to relax on a different level of active responsibility. For either yourself or both you and partner. Lost is my name and forgotten my last.. or so it feels when thought about..

Thought it was that my equal had found me, distance being the only boundary; yet to know this in truth I cannot. Separated by time and space I wander aimlessly in hope of being awakened to my calling, that which is definite and precise.. The goal has fluctuated in the path that leads to it, and yet it is still one in the same..Love.. the only comfort that allows me to flourish. The guidance that once drove me to step back and create my life rather than simply live with the class the world had selected for me. That must be my divine inspiration, the end result of acceptance to the utmost extreme which I so foolishly lost.

Yet with this realization now apparent, it reveals that I have been waiting this whole time since admittance to the realm of love, to find it once more. One final time, the search may be my end, would it then be worth it? Even if the life ahead is only more time spent simply waiting? Alone in my attempt to share my endless compassion for another that will accept it.. It frightens me, the thought of being a lover and having no outlet to express my truest self.. I am awkward because I withhold my fullest emotions as if reserved for the lover I don't currently have.. My potential misplaced and unheard, merely forgotten before its ever witnessed.

Appreciation, trust, perhaps respect, these are the forms of fuel I run solely off of whilst I am without a stabilizer such as love to intensify the flames of willpower. Friends hold me together, aside from their knowledge in the part they play within my life, they are the keystone which keeps it all running as smoothly as they perceive it is. This vessel which is seen as the embodiment of me. I live for them now more than ever.. I share my ability openly to all their appreciative needs. I do what they need to be done to the best of my ability. I'm glad to help, as are they to receive it.

I only mean good for all, and yet sadly.. few will ever understand the full extent of which I strive to achieve this on a daily basis. I am what I am, what I become is determined solely by the hand of love & it's essence before me. Until then I will wander.. down which roads no-one knows.

Hi my friends, I want u to check out thishttp://payripo.com/?share=14544

As we grow in strength in our spiritual life, we give up the habit of worrying. It serves no purpose other than to make us feel tense and miserable. When I stop fretting about things that are beyond my control and focus instead on generating optimistic and kind thoughts, my life can begin to flow in ever more positive directions. Such a light and easy approach to life enables me to take everything in my stride.

I have always tried to listen to that little, inner voice to guide me in my decisions on serious as well as frivolous questions.

I think we all have a little voice inside us that will guide us. It may be God, I don’t know. But I think that if we shut out all the noise and clutter from our lives and listen to that voice, it will tell us the right thing to do. — Christopher Reeve.

The heart knows what it wants,
and it often makes no sense.
Intuition, creativity, and
listening are all imperative
in creating an inspired life. Jonathan H. Ellerby.