So yesterday, Day “whatever” of the quarantine, as I was winding down and getting ready to go to bed, I felt a bit disappointed with myself because I felt I didn’t accomplish muchthat day.
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In my years of pursuing self improvement in order to become a better, stronger version of myself, I’ve always been fascinated with the stories others have told about the things they’ve done to change various aspects of their lives in terms of diet, fitness, spirituality, to mental, physical and emotional health. Read more…
Yeah, so I took a couple of weeks off of writing this thing. After you share of your self the way I’ve been doing, on an energetic level you feel kind of open and “sore” (or at least that’s what it’s been like for me) and I didn’t have the “energy” to write anything, so I left this alone for a bit. Read more…
I’m sure in each of our lives, we’ve seen or heard of someone who’s living what we’d view as an incredible lifestyle. The person is in great shape and is very healthy, he or she earns a lot of money, is in a fulfilling, loving romantic long term relationship or has an active, fun dating life, has great friends, has a career or a business that is very fulfilling, regularly engages in activities that he or she enjoys, overall has a great attitude, and most importantly, the person is HAPPY. Read more…
I’ve always been fascinated by stories of people transforming their lives in various areas, but in the midst of my fascination, it wasn’t until recently that I realized that I’m going through one of my own.
Last week, last Wednesday to be exact, has marked one year since I started therapy, body oriented therapy that is, and hitting this milestone of completing my “Freshman year” of therapy has compelled my to sit back and reflect how I’ve changed. Read more…
I was a very short kid for my age. Other kids seemed to grow steadily, but I was a late-bloomer, as my parents called it. Read more…
NOTE: The story below is a TRUE story but at the request of the main character of the story, the names have been changed. Also, the person in the picture is not the subject of the story.
Desmond Miguel grew up poor in the Spanish Harlem section of New York City in the. James W. Johnson Housing projects where he lived with grandmother and mother for the majority of his youth, Read more…
