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Thursday, September 18, 2014
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
The older I get the more I realize that our viewpoints are shaped by things that we saw while growing up. For example: if you grew up in an area where the police were corrupt and untrustworthy, as an adult, your image of all police officers will most likely be negative. This logic can be applied to many other things, including our perceptions of people who are of a different race and culture than our own.
Now on to my point: The other night someone posted a comment online saying parents should not let their children get fingerprinted by the police. Their reasoning against this was that the child's fingerprints go into the police database. And if the child commits a crime in the future, the police can find them quicker because they already have their fingerprints.
If I ever have a child and the police are conducting fingerprinting, me and mine will be FIRST in line.
Friday, September 12, 2014
Encouragement is all around us. It can be found in one simple word, within a lengthy conversation, or through an act of kindness. My main source of encouragement comes from seeing those around me doing well and prospering. And with constantly seeing all the different endeavors discussed and promoted on social media, there’s rarely a time when I don’t feel encouraged by the determination of others.
But every now and then there are those occasions when anger sets in. Instead of feeling that push of inspiration to keep going, I see others prospering and wonder, “How are they winning while I continue to struggle?” Then I start comparing my path to that of others.
Because I am usually encouraged by what I see, encouraging myself is something I often forget to do. I am a creature of habit. I am the type to go through the motions of knowing exactly what has to be done daily. My mindset is always, this is what I have to do so let me get it done. But sometimes going through the motions, in addition to seeing others prosper, takes a toll on me. It also causes me to lose focus of why I’m pushing so hard, and then I think about giving up.
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Tuesday, September 9, 2014
Thursday, September 4, 2014
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
"New York, New York big city of dreams."When I first moved to NYC, almost two years ago, I had somewhat of a seamless transition (you can read about it Here). Of course I experienced challenges that everyone deals with when moving across the country, but overall I honestly felt like I'd made the right decision. I was excited for all the endless new possibilities- friends, love, and career. Having lived in California my entire life, I had no idea what NYC would be like. But I was ready, I was determined to make it.
Within my first year I'd grown so much personally and professionally. Even though I moved here with my set plans, things took a serious left turn- which actually turned out to be the RIGHT turn. But again, regardless of the setbacks and changes, NYC never broke my spirit. I was confident in my decision to move here. It was the first time in my life that I did NOT do what I was "supposed to do." I did what I wanted to do.