키노의 의미；바카라사이트,카지노사이트,온라인카지노사이트 //batxh.com/about-me-stories?source=rss----ee447970a50d---4 //cdn-images-1.batxh.com/proxy/1*TGH72Nnw24QL3iV9IOm4VA.png 국내 온라인 바카라 사이트 먹튀 검증；바카라에이스 //batxh.com/about-me-stories?source=rss----ee447970a50d---4 Medium Thu, 24 Oct 2024 05:48:00 GMT 랜드마크카지노 검증업체 추천；온카패스

It’s said that to be creative you need drugs, but if that’s what imagination takes, then I’m always high

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From Hero to Zero: The Moment I Realised Birds Have No Loyalty

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Race Day (a.k.a. D-Day) of my first marathon.

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It is quite intense

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]]> //batxh.com/about-me-stories/my-relationship-with-my-name-c940d63e0781?source=rss----ee447970a50d---4 //batxh.com/p/c940d63e0781 Wed, 23 Oct 2024 16:54:53 GMT 2024-10-23T16:54:53.738Z 카공 Archives；온카패스- 온라인 카지노 사이트  //batxh.com/about-me-stories/about-me-kayla-diaz-0968aee8cab6?source=rss----ee447970a50d---4 //batxh.com/p/0968aee8cab6 Tue, 22 Oct 2024 19:36:07 GMT 2024-10-22T19:36:50.606Z About Me — Kayla Diaz

When I die, you can have my journals and diaries.

photo by author
I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember and probably as long as I knew how to. My first diary was a bright pink little book with a glossy finish and it came with a matching pink pen with a fur top. The only diary entry I remember from that was about how I had an innocent, but at the time, a huge crush on this boy in my class. I was in kindergarten or first grade and I drew a picture of him and I kissing at our wedding. I guess I was scared of my parents finding it so I crumbled it up and threw it away in the trash can, specifically the one in the kitchen (an uncalculated decision). My mom being the investigator she is, probably noticed crumbled pieces of paper in the trash and felt compelled to read through them.How I remember it as a little girl is that they confronted me not in a gentle and curious kind of way but in an aggressive “why would you do this” kind of way. They made me feel that what I had done and that my feelings for this boy were inappropriate and wrong. I felt so embarrassed as a 6-year-old girl for having a crush on a boy in her grade. It made me feel like what I wrote wasn’t safe nor were my private feelings and thoughts. At that point, I may have started hiding my journals but I know for sure if I ever felt like hiding something I wrote I did a way better job of hiding it. I’d go out of my way to make sure my tracks were unseen. I remember deeply wanting those diaries with the locks on them so I’d ask my mom to buy them for me and she would say “Why do you need those? What are you trying to hide?”. I grew frustrated because I just wanted privacy in this little world of mine. There were things that even at that age I wanted no one to know.The next memorable event I remember that had to do with writing was in 3rd grade when we created our own books. We could write about anything we wanted and since I was a fan of the “Dork Diaries” series, my book had to be DRAMATIC. There had to be gossip, boy drama, jealousy, and friendship. That's exactly what I did. I wrote a drama that centered around Elena, the main character who represented me but was also the name of my best friend at that time who went to school with me. Her best friend’s name was Cynthia, which was the name of one of Elena’s and I’s friends at the time. You’re starting to see that this was not secretive at all. Wait … it gets worse. The boy who “Elena”, aka me, had a crush on was James, which was the actual name of the boy who I had a crush on in my class. Of course, I used his real name in my book because of a lack of creativity? or maybe I was trying to let him know I was interested? Delayed embarrassment is what I feel now. Everyone in the class knew who was who, and I don’t remember if that's what I wanted or if I thought no one would figure it out. But as I read it out loud in front of the whole class, I could tell that the boys and some of the girls knew by their sneering comments and taunting laughs, but my friends had an embarrassed look on their faces, maybe for themselves and for me.Throughout the years, I wrote in my diaries. It wasn’t always an everyday thing. Sometimes it was only when something eventful was happening like if I had a new crush or if I was going through elementary friend drama. The earliest diary I still have is one that I began writing in my freshman year of high school. I wrote in it a couple of times that year, the prime journal entry I remember writing about was how I got drunk for the first time at my best friend’s house, a different best friend. Let’s just say that journal entry was very messy and hard to make out. I would need a team of people who can decipher hieroglyphics to be able to read that. Sophomore year is when I started writing about a boy who eventually became my boyfriend on February 14, 2018. My journal entries were about first love and how good it felt to be in love. A whole new world was unfolding for me but to my surprise, I didn’t write about it too much except for our arguments and fallouts. I wrote about the times he kept secrets and when he was jealous and possessive of me. Even though I was inexperienced with relationships, I knew this wasn’t healthy and it was too jarring for me to deal with. On top of that, he dealt with anxiety and depression, and it felt like he needed me to cope. Frankly, I was afraid that without me he would kill himself or fall deeply into unhealthy behaviors like binge drinking, which he did the first time we broke up. I wrote about how alone I felt in that relationship because no one around me had sex yet, been in a relationship, or did drugs like smoke weed which I was doing plenty of because of his influence mostly. I couldn’t share the joys and downfalls of love with anyone or about my sexual escapades because no one understood and it made my friends uncomfortable. I couldn't share my struggles of loneliness or anything for that matter with him because “his struggles were worse than mine” and I had it better than him. “No one has been through as much pain as he has”. I believed all this to be true and not just with him so many times writing was my only way to share and express myself even if not to another human being.I never felt passionate about writing for school, until my senior year of high school in my Monster and Myth English class with one of my all-time favorite and influential teachers, Mr. Kennedy. For my summer-required reading, I read “Borderlands La Frontera: The New Mestiza” by Gloria Anzaldúa. This book glued all the fragmented pieces of my soul back together. For my whole life understanding my identity and coming to terms with it was something distant to me but on the tip of my tongue. I had an instinctual knowing that was never made real by someone or something outside of me so it always remained unclear to me. She gave me the language and information to put it all together, and so of course, I had to write about it. Not yet tho, at least not at first, there was lots of discourse between my teacher and me, and some class discussions. Mr.Kennedy also had us write poetry. At first, I was daunted, it had always been hard for me and I never felt like I could do a good job compared to other people in my grade. However, with Mr. Kennedy as my teacher it felt like there was no right or wrong way to write so I felt more free which allowed me to express myself in ways I never thought imaginable. 2021 was the year I started writing poetry and fell in love with it.
A poem I wrote inspired by the revelations that came along reading “Borderlands La Frontera: The New Mestiza”
Where am I?
I can hear the cry
Of the land,
Of the animals and
Of my Indigenous ancestors
Their pain festers
In my soul and my heart
Previous perceptions fall apart
Who am I?
I ask and sigh
Who can tell me the truth ?
I’ve been lied to all my youth
Tricked into believing
That Indigenous people are deceasing
When they’ve been here for centuries
I can see it in my distant memories
The previous generations never left this land
Why is it that they are trying to make me misunderstand
My roots, my ancestry?
When learning history
Throughout my ages
Reading glossed-over pages
About the Incas, Mayans, and Aztecs
Something stabbed me like the thorns of a cactus
The truth has been poking at me
The thin edge of barbwire has been following me
All my life I’ve been walking on sharp edges
Hurdling over the white man’s conceptions
Behind me
You can see
Blood made footprints
Imprinted ever since
The barbwire road has been my home
Countless paths needed to roam
If I stay on the pre-made trail
I’ll be destined to be ignorant and frail
God carves a path for my union
So that my truth may come from within
The truth is what it has always been
That I was birthed by this land
This fertile land
From the guava tree
From the redwood and oak trees
From the morning glory seeds
From the passionflower and damiana
And from the roots of Maiz
Poetry is an irreparable part of my expression. I am currently working on a poetry prose book that I am eager to share with the world. The majority of my poetry has only been shared with special lovers as romance and those I am romanced by are my muse but now I feel that sharing my story with the world is important and necessary. Feeling like my story matters hasn’t always been the case for me, but my hope in sharing it is I will feel less alone and make other people feel less alone too.In writing this “About Me” story, I feel even more connected to my passion and love for writing. I see my timeline more clearly and I am enlivened to see where writing takes me in the future. It has been re-iterated that “writing is as necessary as air to me” how Xánath Caraza says in her prose excerpt in my holy grail bible “Voices From the Ancestors: Xicanx and Latinx Spiritual Expressions and Healing Practices” edited by Lara Medina and Martha R. Gonzales. And so I will keep writing as long as I am breathing.On this platform, I’m here to connect with others and share my stories while leaving my mark on this world. Follow me on Medium if you’d like to read about me unraveling my wounds and trauma (lol), my dating stories and lessons, my heartfelt and never-ending poetry, and God knows what else :)

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The Power of Self-Expression

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Have you ever pondered the subtle nuances between “I love you” and “my love”?

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Quiet avid learner eager to share his insights.

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]]> //batxh.com/about-me-stories/about-me-omar-bougacha-c445129e8ec1?source=rss----ee447970a50d---4 //batxh.com/p/c445129e8ec1 Tue, 22 Oct 2024 19:33:48 GMT 2024-10-22T20:07:40.681Z 카지노 토토；카지노사이트；온라인카지노 //batxh.com/about-me-stories/the-power-of-little-efforts-2776e5331ccd?source=rss----ee447970a50d---4 //batxh.com/p/2776e5331ccd Tue, 22 Oct 2024 19:33:13 GMT 2024-10-22T19:33:13.126Z Loving hardship breeds strength.
Whisper of Heart (2022)
The uninterrupted fear of devastating letdown if things don’t go as planned has always liberated me.But,when I approach my goals with ease — passion or some skills that I am capable of, without placing heavy expectations on myself, without hardly putting in the way of something I can’t cope,It creates room for those dreams to flourish naturally.Simply because,

I love them.

I love the way I gave to reach them.When I wholeheartedly dive into what I do, no matter how tough it gets, it makes the entire process feel effortless.Small efforts don’t mean I am avoiding hard work — or seeking the laziest way out, but about pouring my heart in.So even the heaviest tasks seem manageable and fulfilling.
“So, what can make you love them?”
Because I want it.
If the outcome is less than what I hoped for, I am mentally prepared for it and still value the effort I put in — instead of feeling disregarded, I’d be ready to give it another shot without letting the setback hold me down.Until,Sometimes, the things I plan turn out even better than expected. They fall into place in ways I never could’ve predicted.
Life has a way of surprising us, revealing that our plans are just the beginning of what’s possible.
Whisper of Heart (2022)
It gives me a deep sense of satisfaction and appreciate my abilities more,and I begin to see failure not as an endpoint, but as a vital part of my journey.Every little effort becomes a thread, weaving together something bigger, something richer. And in those moments, I not only expanded my skill setbut I also deepen to comprehend the depth of my own potential.

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]]> 역마틴게일 배팅；바카라에이스 //batxh.com/about-me-stories/about-me-anders-cd226ab0cf57?source=rss----ee447970a50d---4 //batxh.com/p/cd226ab0cf57 Tue, 22 Oct 2024 19:32:49 GMT 2024-10-22T19:32:49.163Z About Me — Anders

I will share what I’ve learned from retiring early and feeling bored

A picture of me at my wedding this summer. Picture provided by author.
I am a 55-year-old Swede writing his first post on Medium. My first post in my second language. It is scary and challenging, but at the same time interesting and exciting.I write a lot, but in my native language, and have been a very active blogger since 2014. I began documenting my, and my family’s journey, toward our goal of financial independence and early retirement.

FIRE

You’ve probably heard about the FIRE movement. Financial Independence Retire Early, aka FIRE.

I was a part of the Swedish chapter. You could even say I was one of the priests.

There were quite a few of us back then — priests, I mean — with large followings on our blogs.We preached that a life without a boring job would be amazing. We would live a life of freedom, a life full of opportunities.When I didn’t preach the benefits, or rather what I thought were the benefits, of FIRE I was telling our story. I

Freedom

We were a family with four kids, willing to push hard for our freedom. Month after month we were saving more than 50% of our income.We moved from a large house in the countryside to a flat in the city, allowing us to save more.I believe our story — a family reinventing themselves and leaving the workforce — was captivating and fascinating. At least, many people read what I wrote and followed our journey.In 2014 FIRE was the thing in Sweden, and as I perceived things, it was in the USA too. was well known among bloggers and FIRE enthusiasts. Many of us were reading Combine our story — a family striving for freedom — with a large interest in the FIRE movement and you can imagine how fun it was to spread the word.I was invited to the public service radio programs. Large podcasts wanted me on the show and newspapers wrote about the family making unconventional choices.

In 2017, we retired

Finally, in Midsummer 2017, our FIRE dreams came true. We left the workforce and moved to our homestead in southern Sweden.My wife and I needed a break from our Dilbertian life in the cubicles.Moving to a small farm was part of our dream. My wife loves farm life, and I saw all the opportunities it would give us to be more self-sufficient.I could write a book about our time at the farm, realizing I might already have done that with all the posts on my .But this post is about me. It is for you, giving you a chance to know me better.

And my story is less about the past and more about the change.

Back to work

Our retirement took an unexpected turn. By the summer of 2019, both me and my wife were back at work. Approaching our careers with renewed energy and fresh perspectives.

The primary reason for going back? Simply put, it was me. Retirement left me feeling bored and unfulfilled.

I had a feeling I was wasting my life. I am an engineer and realized I like engineering work much more than I enjoy putting up fences and chasing chickens.I did not fit in in our new life. Neither did the plans I had for my retirement play out as I had hoped.What a twist! I had been preaching about all the opportunities the FIRE life would give me.I had challenged everything in my pursuit of FIRE and then I challenged my dream.We moved again.It meant that we had to leave our new friends.The farm.Our animals.We took the kids away from their new friends, after two years.

More money

“You did it the wrong way! You should have saved more money!”
I started to lose followers on my blog when we moved to our homestead.Turns out that the journey towards freedom was much more exciting than our lives in freedom.We felt the same. At least I did.Most people claim that our breakup with FIRE was due to the size of our savings. I disagree.

Life on the sidelines is boring.

In hindsight, I’ve realized that FIRE was not for me. I didn’t understand the distinction between what I wanted to remove and what I wanted and/or needed in my life.Hopefully, I won't make that mistake again.

Back to normal

We now work and live as a family, still with four kids, in Stockholm, the beautiful capital of Sweden.I am not preaching FIRE anymore.

But I’ve realized something.

From early 2010 we — my wife and I — have been designing our lives together. We have been following the ideas in lifestyle design almost to the letter.Without knowing about the concept.

Notice the word almost above. It makes all of a difference.

What we didn’t do before starting the chase of early retirement was to understand what we needed and wanted in life.

We were so focused on getting away from something that we didn’t care where we were heading.

If you follow me

Nowadays, I write about lifestyle design for a Swedish audience and hopefully soon for an English-speaking audience too.Lifestyle design is about creating a life that aligns with your values, allowing you to live intentionally.For me, the FIRE story is a part of the past, but I see FIRE as something that fits under the umbrella of lifestyle design.Follow me if you are interested in what I learned from our flirt with FIRE and how I use my experience.You will not only get my thoughts and ideas. I will share what I discuss with my Swedish followers and their reactions and thoughts. This is a few thousand people across Scandinavia, reflecting on their lives.

Planning for the future.

Their challenges in life and thoughts about the future are likely similar to yours, even though they live in a different country.If you live outside Sweden prepare for a glimpse of another culture. Because we are different to most countries when comes to views on work and how to maintain a healthy work-life balance.If I haven’t convinced you to follow me so far, consider this to be an invitation to follow me and my wife moving forward. Our kids are growing up — even if it seems to take ages — and life is changing again.There might be new opportunities in the future!

About Me — Anders was originally published in About Me Stories on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

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