For the past five months I have been working two jobs. One is full time and the second is part time.
My full time job pays well, but the work isn’t what I’m interested in and it’s a minimum 2 hour commute every morning and evening.
My part time job is in the field I want to be in, but it doesn’t pay enough for me to afford to work it alone. It’s also designed to be a full time position, but there isn’t enough funding for it to be full time.
I work between 60-75 hours a week, and never less than 60. Also, I spend anywhere from 15-25 hours in a car commuting from job to job.
Add in the fact that I’m still trying to maintain some semblance of a social life and balance family and my lovely girlfriend in all of this.
Oh, did I mention that I’m also trying to fit in grad school applications in all of this?
When people hear this story and ask how I do it, I tell them that I don’t know. I just do.
Last year I worked 40-60 hours a week depending on the season, plus I was a full time commuter student and balanced bills, family and love.
This is just what I do I guess.
But, for the first time in my life, I really feel like I bit off a lot more than I can chew.
I am just so emotionally invested in everything that I don’t know what to do.
But something will have to change soon. I’m really hitting a wall. I’m losing sleep, eating once a day, making careless mistakes, I’m stuttering more than usual, gaining weight, walking in to things more than usual… I’m just tired.
We shall see. I feel as though the new year will bring in a lot of change for me.
You don’t understand an antagonist until you understand why he’s a protagonist in his own version of the world.
Read from bottom up!
i love this dude
a broken clock is right twice a day. im still adamant on this bun lupe fiasco lifestyle.
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Like slavery and apartheid, poverty is not natural. It is people who have made poverty and tolerated poverty, and it is people who will overcome it. And overcoming poverty is not a gesture of charity. It is an act of justice. It is the protection of a fundamental human right, the right to dignity and a decent life.
Nelson Mandela —Ambassador of Conscience Award Acceptance Speech, November 01, 2006
"How the Media Failed Women in 2013," courtesy of Miss Representation. This is mind-boggling and you must watch it right now.
wait why attack Rihanna though…………
How to talk to your daughter about her body, step one: don’t talk to your daughter about her body, except to teach her how it works.
Don’t say anything if she’s lost weight. Don’t say anything if she’s gained weight.
If you think your daughter’s body looks amazing, don’t say that. Here are some things you can say instead:
“You look so healthy!” is a great one.
Or how about, “you’re looking so strong.”
“I can see how happy you are – you’re glowing.”
Better yet, compliment her on something that has nothing to do with her body.
Don’t comment on other women’s bodies either. Nope. Not a single comment, not a nice one or a mean one.
Teach her about kindness towards others, but also kindness towards yourself.
Don’t you dare talk about how much you hate your body in front of your daughter, or talk about your new diet. In fact, don’t go on a diet in front of your daughter. Buy healthy food. Cook healthy meals. But don’t say “I’m not eating carbs right now.” Your daughter should never think that carbs are evil, because shame over what you eat only leads to shame about yourself.
Encourage your daughter to run because it makes her feel less stressed. Encourage your daughter to climb mountains because there is nowhere better to explore your spirituality than the peak of the universe. Encourage your daughter to surf, or rock climb, or mountain bike because it scares her and that’s a good thing sometimes.
Help your daughter love soccer or rowing or hockey because sports make her a better leader and a more confident woman. Explain that no matter how old you get, you’ll never stop needing good teamwork. Never make her play a sport she isn’t absolutely in love with.
Prove to your daughter that women don’t need men to move their furniture.
Teach your daughter how to cook kale.
Teach your daughter how to bake chocolate cake made with six sticks of butter.
Pass on your own mom’s recipe for Christmas morning coffee cake. Pass on your love of being outside.
Maybe you and your daughter both have thick thighs or wide ribcages. It’s easy to hate these non-size zero body parts. Don’t. Tell your daughter that with her legs she can run a marathon if she wants to, and her ribcage is nothing but a carrying case for strong lungs. She can scream and she can sing and she can lift up the world, if she wants.
Remind your daughter that the best thing she can do with her body is to use it to mobilize her beautiful soul.
if youre having a bad day just watch this
“My father is from the Philippines, and my mother is Native American. I was a Catholic monk in Mexico, I lived in Morocco, and I’ve been going to Paris every year since the 1970s.”
“I thought you might be a Buddhist monk.”
“Well, Dalai Lama is one of my favorite people. And so is Mahatma Gandhi. I also believe in Islam, and in social consciousness.
There is only one God. We just see God differently. We imagine God in different ways. People have made a mess out of religion and given it a bad name. When you look at the core of the actual teachings, they are very similar. The Ten Commandments, the Five Paths in Buddhism, the Pillars of Islam—they all constitute an ethical way of living.
You can also live ethically without religion. While traveling, I’ve met many people who didn’t believe in any religion, and they were so very nice; they were beautiful people. On the other hand, I’ve met people who claim to follow this or that, and when you talk to them you see that there is a lot of hatred in them. They don’t like this; they don’t like that. They don’t like these people; they don’t like those people.”
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