#finding your passion

[starry-eyes-love]

Stay here in my mind today...

[starry-eyes-love]

The Devil went down to Georgia. He was lookin' for a soul to steal.

He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind and he was willing to make a deal

When he came across this young man sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot.

And the Devil jumped upon a hickory stump and said, "Boy, let me tell you what."

"I guess you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player, too.

And if you'd care to take a dare I'll make a bet with you.

Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy, but give the Devil his due.

I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul 'cause I think I'm better than you."

Image not mine, unknown author

[sunsetseeker]

The Invisible Curriculum: Lessons Learned After Graduation

The Great Unknown

The abrupt transition from the structured world of academia to the vast, uncertain expanse of post-college life is a shock to the system. Armed with a degree but lacking real-world experience, I found myself adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

At twenty-two, still under the comforting roof of my parents' home, I grapple with a silent pressure. While grateful for their support, the ambitious dreams I once harbored now feel like distant echoes.

It’s a truth conveniently omitted from the college curriculum: the transition to post-graduate life is a formidable challenge. The carefully constructed plans of our college years, based on theoretical knowledge and hypothetical scenarios, evaporate upon graduation. The real world, it turns out, is far less predictable.

The pressure to "figure it out" is immense. Peers are securing jobs, buying homes, and building lives that seem to move at an accelerated pace. Social media, a constant reminder of others' successes, can be a double-edged sword. It's a battle between internalizing these achievements as inspiration or allowing them to fuel feelings of inadequacy.

The fear of failure looms large. With every job application rejection, self-doubt creeps in. The question of whether I've chosen the right path echoes in my mind. It's a time of questioning one's identity, purpose, and place in the world.

 Lost and Found

Psychology, a subject chosen more for its pragmatic appeal than passion, became the framework for my undergraduate years. My heart, however, yearned for storytelling, a world of imagination and emotion where I could lose myself. The academic rigors of psychology, while intellectually stimulating, stifled my creative spirit. Unfinished stories lay scattered in notebooks, haunting reminders of a part of myself I had temporarily abandoned.

Graduation felt like a sudden drop into an abyss. The structured world of academia, with its clear goals and defined paths, was replaced by a vast, open expanse filled with endless possibilities—and equally endless uncertainties. The ticking clock of my peers securing jobs induced a mix of envy and desperation. Casting aside caution, I applied for roles far below my qualifications, driven by a desperate need for experience.

The toll of this job-hunting frenzy was immense. Rejection after rejection chipped away at my self-esteem. The pressure to find something, anything, to fill the void of unemployment was overwhelming. Sleepless nights, accompanied by a constant low-grade anxiety, became the norm.

It was during this period of profound disillusionment that I began to question my choices. Had I made a grave mistake by pursuing psychology? Was I destined for a life of unfulfilled potential? These questions echoed in my mind, creating a sense of internal turmoil.

Finding My Footing

Unemployment, unexpectedly, became a period of introspection. With no professional identity to uphold, I had the freedom to explore my strengths and passions without external pressures.

The initial days were filled with a sense of aimlessness. But as the weeks turned into months, a pattern began to emerge. I found myself gravitating towards creative outlets. Writing, once a neglected hobby, became a daily practice. I delved into the world of blogging, experimenting with different styles and topics.

The decision to share my writing online was a leap of faith. The digital world is a vast and competitive space, and the fear of rejection was ever-present. But with each published piece, a sense of accomplishment grew. I discovered a joy in crafting words and sharing my thoughts with the world.

Through my writing, I found a way to combine my love for storytelling with my knowledge of psychology. By exploring complex psychological concepts in an accessible and engaging way, I was able to connect with readers on a deeper level. It was as if I had found my voice, a voice that resonated with others.

Slowly but surely, a following began to grow. What started as a personal outlet transformed into a platform where others found solace, understanding, and a sense of community. People began to share their most intimate thoughts and experiences, trusting me to hold their stories with care and respect. It was through this profound connection that I realized the true impact of my writing. My psychology background provided a framework for empathy and understanding, creating a safe space for others to be heard.

[milkywaycreates]

Warren Buffet || Prioritizing.

-- Grit, Angela Duckworth

[mspi]

A few friends have gone

Where the heck was I? Working and studying hard from home. That doesn't make me a lanewad. Gotta remember that I was also a raver a couple nights a week.

How'd I get away with that while holding a ft engineering position? Idfk. The thing to remember is that we always sobered up at a diner before getting in our card to get home.

Why's it so tough to take a mom and drink a cup of coffee and eat a bagel before driving into traffic.

On with the story, an EMT thought I was one of the people who messed up the event. Of course I put my hands up and said I've never even gone.

At the worst, I never opened up a snack area on the way there. There's actually nothing on my land.

The med tech was amazed and thought I wasted my engineering money on the wrong things. Nope, I got to go to Yosemite, blading, hiking, rodeos, had a home by the ocean, and I got to open a scholarship fund in the family province.

Don't ever forget where you've come from; always try to pay it back.

-- dnagirl

01.09.2024

[starry-eyes-love]

I promised you I'd never give up

If it makes you happy

It can't be that bad

If it makes you happy

Then why the hell are you so sad?

Find happiness in the small things in this Life. We are never promised tomorrow.

Remember: "I am happy. I love me. I am beautiful and today is a beautiful day," and believe them too. I do. When you do, you'll understand. You'll feel alive like I do today and everyday 💙

[consistentclimb]

A Purpose-Driven Life: Finding and Following Your Calling

In an era filled with distractions and myriad paths to take, finding and following your calling is akin to discovering a compass in the vast wilderness of life. This pursuit isn't just about a career or profession; it's about uncovering a deeper sense of meaning and direction that guides your decisions, influences your actions, and shapes your legacy. This article explores the journey towards a purpose-driven life, offering actionable insights to help you navigate this quest with clarity and conviction.

Understanding Your Calling

Your calling is that inner voice, a compelling force that drives you towards activities, causes, or professions that resonate deeply with your core. It's where your passions, skills, and the needs of the world intersect, often encapsulated in the Japanese concept of "Ikigai." Identifying your calling begins with introspection and reflection:

Self-Reflection: Dedicate time to self-reflection, considering what truly brings you joy, fulfillment, and a sense of accomplishment. Journaling your thoughts and experiences can provide clarity and reveal patterns or themes in your interests and passions.

Feedback Loop: Seek feedback from close friends, family, or mentors who know you well. They can offer valuable insights into your strengths and the impact you've had through your actions and decisions.

Exploration: Engage in diverse experiences to broaden your perspective and discover new passions. Volunteering, traveling, learning new skills, or even taking on different roles within your current job can illuminate previously hidden paths.

Aligning with Your Values

A purpose-driven life is deeply aligned with your personal values. These values act as your moral compass, guiding your decisions and actions. To ensure your calling aligns with your values:

Identify Your Core Values: List out your top values—such as integrity, compassion, creativity, or resilience. Reflect on how these values have shaped your life choices and how they can guide your pursuit of your calling.

Value-Based Decision Making: With your core values in mind, evaluate your current life and career choices. Are they in alignment? If not, consider what changes you might need to make to live more congruently with your values.

Setting Purpose-Driven Goals

Once you have a clearer understanding of your calling and how it aligns with your values, it's time to set purpose-driven goals. These goals should be specific, measurable, achievable, relevant, and time-bound (SMART), but they should also resonate with your deeper purpose:

Long-Term Vision: Craft a vision for your life that incorporates your calling. What does success look like in this context? Imagine your life in 5, 10, or 20 years if you fully embrace your calling.

Break It Down: Translate your long-term vision into medium and short-term goals. What steps do you need to take this year, this month, or even this week to move closer to your calling?

Action Plans: For each goal, develop a clear action plan. What resources do you need? Who can help you? What obstacles might you face, and how will you overcome them?

Embracing the Journey

Remember, finding and following your calling is a journey, not a destination. It requires patience, resilience, and the willingness to adapt and grow. Along the way:

Stay Flexible: Your understanding of your calling may evolve as you grow and gather new experiences. Stay open to revisiting and refining your path.

Celebrate Progress: Acknowledge and celebrate your achievements, no matter how small. Each step forward is a victory on this journey.

Seek Support: Surround yourself with a community of mentors, peers, and loved ones who support and encourage your pursuit of a purpose-driven life.

In conclusion, a purpose-driven life transcends the superficial markers of success, offering a profound sense of fulfillment and direction. By understanding your calling, aligning it with your values, setting purpose-driven goals, and embracing the journey with flexibility and resilience, you can navigate life's complexities with confidence and clarity. Remember, the pursuit of your calling is one of the most rewarding journeys you can undertake, filled with growth, learning, and the joy of contributing to something larger than yourself.

Ready to elevate your journey towards a purpose-driven life? Discover more empowering insights and actionable strategies at ConsistentClimb.com. Join our community today and start climbing towards your true potential.

[blog-n-go]

.."But" Its...

#This post may contain affiliate links Consistency in a nutshell is being able to show productivity, growth, endurance. In our daily habits we can create ways to build our strengths and weaknesses through consistency. When we use our time effectively, our ability to understand what we do is strengthened. As we build on our life’s goals we are able to identify more and more what may be problems…

[starry-eyes-love]

My babies 💙

Drummer at heart and these bad boys are my Heaven on Earth. They're being held for me by someone until I move back into a house. I got apartment drums now...but these bad boys... Mama's peace

💙🤘🏻

[starry-eyes-love]

He takes my eyesight and awakens my senses and my soul... 💙🐺

[chill-out-my-brother]

"I can feel this source of numbness nothing physical the sea must take me let me paddle out giving me the sense of privacy I sure wish to be alone as the more I stay the more Im becoming domesticated. I close my eyes imaging myself out in the nice peaceful sea laying on this Rath just staying to myself their is no sky the water isn't moving as feeling to myself is just left empty! Why is this place so empty nothing is painted its been left blank as a sheet of paper. I cannot understand this need its a need that makes me feel as true as me I've just been leaving it behind the side of my mind tells me "hey its winter time the seasons have been changing" as the day moves on to weeks and months I'm just becoming non intrested in any artistic way. Man... it's been along time since I've just sat here to wonder in my mind just to create a little fantasy to spit out to write about, been becoming the normie, just to be sitting around watching tv being lazy! the booze are here just not around so often not capping them off at the end as smelling like a dirty hippie leaving books sitting on the table becoming dust lounging around on the couch. Now I'm feeling that need to do something again to write, paint, photography! hell even just to go sit out somewhere and watch a sunset I've missed the things I use to do. I don't know what happen but I'm glad I'm getting back to what I love without it I feel lost as I'm on that Rath out in the middle of nowhere within myself which honestly I don't like I don't wanna be a normie I just wanna be me again."

-Jeremy R. Young

@chill-out-my-brother

[mcflymemes]

please don't mistake silence for hatred. please don't mistake unanswered plotting messages as indifference, or a lack of enthusiasm towards you. considering the ages of most roleplayers, many of us have bills to pay, families to take care of, medical conditions to treat, appointments to make, classes to take, homes to clean, and lives to live away from the computer that are far, far more important than writing on tumblr — life has a tendency to get in the way of hobbies and fun things like this. be patient with your fellow writers. if it doesn't work out, it doesn't work out. of course you can set your boundaries, keep your space comfortable, and softblock whoever you wish, but do so while recognizing it's probably not hatred or apathy that keeps them from leaping into your dms with message after message. they probably love this hobby just as much as you... but sometimes life gets in the way.

[starry-eyes-love]

Goodbye August, Hello September!

Change of seasons vastly approaches

Some view fall as things ending, I view it as rebirth

As we change and shed leaves of our own lives, things that no longer suit us, something beautiful emerges. Just like the leaves on the trees, change is beautiful in our Life

Fall is where my heart and soul is fully released. Where I always do my biggest change. Every year, just like the leaves changing on the trees, I make huge changes and find freedom when I do.

Fall come to me

Fall take me home 🍁🍂

[da-janela-lateral]

To be part of something big.

[starry-eyes-love]

Been in a writing funk for a bit. Decided to get back to my way, way back roots. I used to study and read Egyptian symbols and hieroglyphics a long time ago. It's been forever since I've done it.

I'm getting back to study it again and as I do, I find inspiration hitting me large in the writing department. I believe this is what they say is coming full circle.

I love it 💙

[inkskinned]

"it's so embarrassing you like that popular thing" "oh ew that geeky/strange thing is so cringe lol" "oh it's kind of weird you get excited about that harmless shit"

dude i love how ironic and jaded you are and that's so cool and sexy of you. and i am so so glad to tell you - you won!! we all had a meeting and we decided that you won, and we are writing your name on the inside of a burger king crown. the marker smeared, sorry, but we knew any form of real effort is ugly to you. but anyway. congrats! you are officially the coolest, most ironic, most jaded person in-the-world-right-now. we would throw you a party but you would think it was totally boring - and besides, we're weird so we wouldn't have been coming. we would have brought our love of beetles and of baking and of little canapes. we would have brought our artsy videogames and pages of writing. we would have written a poem with you, our hands covered in ink, and spread out a canvas to dance on, the night so lurid and pink.

but do not worry. we will not throw the party. we will just get you a ringlight and that crown i mentioned. it is a nice crown, except for where one of us dropped it.

the vote was a really hard one because we had so many cool ironic people to pick off the shelves. all of you have hands that rot fruit, how strange is that - you can't look at something without destroying it for other people. you like it when you can squeeze a person into a pinpoint - all us small ones scampering our little feet around our ugly joys. the vote was also a hard one because we kept our voices down because you don't like it when we talk too loud. you were on your phone at the time, talking to people other than us. you are a ghoul of every moment - half in, half out, you resent us for being here without shame or embarrassment.

so good news! we have invented an island for people like you. you get to go there and speak into the air things like if you still like watching harmless twitch streamers in 2023 you're fucking boring. you will say things like liveplay podcasts are fucking ugly and it's kind of awkward they try to make everything gay. on the island we made you, all of your words will have weight. they will form in the air like icicles, large white behemoth letters that will crumple in anvils around your feet. maybe we will send someone there once in a while to sweep, but honestly you might be there for a while, alone, waiting. we are busy being outside looking for mushrooms and flapping our hands and humming. we are busy kicking our little heels while we watch cringey tv. we are busy - sorry! as an apology, we have pre-filled the island with every bland, mediocre, unscented thing we could find. the island has the texture of american cheese. the island has an ocean that never gets angry. the island is perfect for you, trust me. you will be so happy there - as happy as you can be, ironically.

we want to say we are sorry for doing harmless things that you find annoying, childish, or unappealing - but we are not sorry. we thought we could help you, because we don't mind laughing at ourselves, but it turns out you are allergic to color and noise and atmosphere, so this is the best that we can do for now. we are all making a big shirt that says i voted in the ironic monarchy. we got you one that is just a fast fashion buttondown. i am so excited for you and this island and the big life you have won. you have a cool jaded grey life and miles of irony to roam. i love you! be well.

now leave us alone.