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What's Your "WHY?"

I am currently reading " The Compound Effect" by Darren Hardy and you guys it has literally shook me to my core. I gave myself the small, yet attainable goal of reading one chapter a day, and every single chapter has shifted my mindset and stirred something inside me.  The first chapter is all about what the compound effect is. To summarize for you, it's the combined use of effort and energy into a task ( along with some patience) and watching all of the positive effects come to life from it. For example, if you invest 50 dollars each month for a year, you aren't going to see extreme results, but you invest that 50 dollars each month for 5 years plus interest you will most likely be a millionaire. COMPOUNDING.  Anyways, the second chapter is all about taking responsibility. We all believe that in any relationship it should be 50/50. Now, don't hate me, but that's wrong. You are always and will be 100% responsible. Didn't make it to work on time because the

People and Time are Opportunities

 Do you find yourself looking at people and time as an inconvenience? You catch yourself saying, " oh I only have short amount of time." or ," I should hangout with this person but I don't have the time." People and time are everywhere and it is up to you to decide what you do with that information. No endless amount of time or vast collection of people in your life will ever truly be beneficial to you until you start looking at them as opportunities.  The average day for a person looks like waking up and starting their day by listing all the things they are not looking forward to that day. Whether its a meeting, a job or a prior commitment, they wake up and are immediately invalidating all of the endless information they can receive in their day, that can be positive for them and their journey.  For example, have you been ever stuck in the morning traffic? How do you react? Do you get frustrated, drop a couple f bombs because you're going to be late for wor

What your f*ckin purpose?

 The whole aspect of " purpose" has always intrigued me. The idea that we are put on the planet, brought into this world for a reason. It is really quite ironic that we base our whole being, mentality and fill our purpose void with the likes of a couple people who hold "power." Don't get me wrong, I do believe in the power of purpose, the power of reason and the sole idea that we at the end of the day are here to serve. But for what, has always been the question. Some believe its to save the world, others to have a family and live a life with the sole purpose of raising and building other little beings with purpose. So, my question to you is, if no one told you better, if there wasn't an economy that needed you to work for it, family and friends who didn't have an opinion for you, what would be your purpose?  If you didn't know how to figure out your purpose, or find the clues throughout your life and yourself to build it, what steps would you take t

Just live in the f*ckin moment

Have you ever been to a concert even though you didn't like the artist, but you went for the party? Or gone to an event that you couldn't care less about, but you just didn't want to miss out. I went to a concert recently and couldn't help but hear some guys behind me talking about how, " I don't even like this guy but we all know were just here for the party," or ," This isn't the party section lets go find it." They continued to come and go from the row behind us for the entirety of the concert. It made me think of all the times I did the exact same thing. All the nights I went out and jumped from bar to bar, trying to find the " best party". The truth is, I ended up not having fun no matter where I was because I had already set myself up for failure. I was never going to be happy or content with where I was because I was constantly looking for better. So, my question is, how can you actually enjoy where you are if you are constan

This Sh*t is Hard

 It's me, back again and ready for another word vomit of my thoughts into a blog post. All I have to say is, this shit is hard. Life is hard. Trying to find inspiration and inspire yourself, it's hard. But, I have also came to the realization, that I am so fuckin lucky.  I recently finished the new series " Maid" on Netflix, and I definitely cried my eyes out at 7 am this morning because the whole reality of the show really hit home with me. In the show, ( if you haven't watched it yet) it dives into the life of a young family, and the girl is coming to the realization she is being emotionally abused. It shows her struggles of finding a job, figuring out how to start over all while having life beat the crap outta her. But, there are many good parts. The parts that show her resilience, the parts that show her breaking down, and the parts that show people coming together. I thought to myself while watching this show, " what do I have to complain about?" I

I Idolize my f*cking self

 Have you ever wondered why we look up to people just because they have more money than us, and live in a bigger house than us. Why we idolize people who are literally just people like us, but have starred in our favourite movie or wrote our favourite song. I mean, don't get me wrong, I catch myself constantly looking at other people on social media and wishing my skin was as clear as theirs, or I could afford the clothes they wear. But, the reality of it all is, why do we idolize people for what they have over who they are?  I solely believe our societal ways are straight up, screwed up. Our natural instinct to save, have more, have the best, comes from out ancestors who didn't have food that could be delivered by a random person. They didn't have a bank, to loan them money, to have a roof over their heads. But, we do. So why are still made to feel like what we have is never enough? The people of those big government agencies and billion dollar corporations are THRIVING, a

My life is a f*ckin movie

Growing up, I always used to watch movies. We were too poor to afford cable, so what did we do? We filled an entire storage room with movies. Now, I look back at how something so simple, a blimp really in the grand scheme of things, impacted me and who I am now so tremendously. I catch myself driving and giving myself free time to let my mind wander, and I am graced with the reality that movies aren't real. The stories, they aren't real. The characters, they.are.not.real. So why do I consistently catch myself comparing my life to them? Why do I feel like I will never be good enough because my high school didn't randomly burst into song or because my first boyfriend didn't pick me up in his shiny new red mustang? The reality I am faced with is, I am comparing myself to these versions of life because I am making a conscious effort to not appreciate my own. I appreciate a sunset on an Instagram page over a sunset that comes and goes right outside my window every night. I a