Would you more likely choose to live in a city or in a rural area?
Blog networking is one of the most undervalued and underused strategies for most.
You will find links in this post to help eliminate some of the work; all you have to do is LIKE, COMMENT and FOLLOW others.
What day is your birthday?
Are you carving a jack-o-lantern this year?
If you’ve ever had a toxic friend, you know just how difficult and draining it can be.
There are different kinds of toxicity, from energy vampires all the way to the far end where the abusers, narcissists and sociopaths exist. But every kind of toxic person creates a burden that can be difficult to overcome.
But what about when the problem is not the other person but it’s you?
Sometimes, when toxicity is more subtle, like the overbearing negativity of someone who has recently had their dreams crushed or the miserable loner who takes the anger they feel for their ex out on everyone they meet, it’s hard to notice.
Plus, toxicity is contagious, and when you’re infected, you become toxic yourself.
You may have noticed your friends distancing themselves from you recently, maybe one of them has even called you out directly. Maybe you can recall a…
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What is your favorite Fall apparel item?
Here it is! The back to school fall lookbook everyone has been waiting for. I spent forever filming this in the heat so I hope it was worth it. Let me know what you think in the comments below. Check back in a few hours and I should have all the outfit links in the description box. Please give it a thumbs up! Subscribe if you haven’t!
How does it make you feel when someone “poor mouths” something you enjoy?
by Tessa Smeigh October 2018
cool winds blow
leaves fluttering by
sudden whirlwinds passing by
covering up the ground
Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian
I don’t cry in front of my kid often. I believe I’ve only cried in front of her a total of 3 times (maybe, including this one) in the 10 years we have been together.
She is 14.
She came to live with me when she was 4. Long story, and not my story to tell. But hers to tell when she is ready, or if she desires.
But I’ve always held my feelings in…because I grew up understanding that my feelings didn’t matter, only the feelings of my narcissistic parents. So I shut myself away, cried in my pillow, and surfaced later as if nothing was wrong. Because if something was wrong, it probably was my fault anyway.
But this is NOT the way I want to raise this beautiful kid. As much as I try to get myself there, I always feel that my feelings don’t matter, and…
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