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A great figure or physique is nice, but it’s self-confidence that makes someone really sexy.

~Vivica A. Fox

You can dress in the finest clothes. Your hair can be perfectly styled. You can wear the latest designer shoes and if you wear makeup, you could look as good as a model from Vogue, but all this means nothing if you don’t feel good about yourself.

Without self-esteem all the effort you may take to look good or improve outward appearances is useless. You must have confidence in yourself. It does not come from your appearance, appearances are constantly changing, it comes from inner peace, being proud of your accomplishments, talents and your ability to do certain things that maybe other people can not. It comes from taking interests in a hobby and feeling good creating something beautiful and it comes from doing things that make you happy, activities that bring you joy. If you are happy with what you do, your talents, and accomplishments, appearances won’t matter.

This does not mean that you should not take pride in your appearance and you should not look your best, it just means that other things in life are much more important.

 

My self-confidence didn’t come from my appearance, it came from the other things that I did. But certainly not my appearance.

~Ron Perlman

 

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Destination

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I try to participate in challenges as often as I can. Suzie81speaks offers a weekly word challenge, this week’s word is: Travel. Once again the idea is to be creative. I’m choosing to write about my favorite mode of travel when I’m  going out of the state of Pennsylvania, so here is my attempt:

I’m choosing question #8. What is your favorite way to travel?

If there was any mode of transportation I would choose for traveling it would be by train. It could take me days (well may that’s extreme exaggeration) to reach my destination and I would not mind because I’m so scenery driven. It doesn’t matter if it’s miles of pastures, farm animals, landscape, mountains, hills or the rural sites of houses, street lights, businesses, clothes hanging on lines and graffiti, I get joy from watching just about any type of scenery. It’s relaxing and some scenes are breath-taking, it leads opportunities for me to take pictures, come up with ideas for a short story or a poem, to write in my journal and to imagine what it would be like to live life in another town or state. I can get lost in the moment watching the scenery as the train speeds by. Although I may be aware of other people aboard, I can get so consumed with this mode of travel that it feels I’m the only one aboard the train.

Many people don’t have the patience for riding a train, I don’t have the patience for flying in an airplane. I would choose to fly if my destination is far away, but nothing compares to riding a train to my destination.

Surprise!!

You only do good work when you’re taking risks and pushing yourself.

~Sally Hawkins

I decided to take the risk and submit a very short story to Writer’s Digest Your Story Competition, I had to respond to this prompt: Write a short story, of 750 words* or fewer, based on this prompt: You come home from a relaxing vacation and realize you have the wrong suitcase.

And so this was my attempt:
“Cigars!”
“How could I have picked up the wrong bag?” “Where are my beautiful expensive clothes?”

Leslie sat down on the bed, put her elbows on her knees, her face in her hands and started to cry while looking for something to throw. Her eyes briefly met with her cat, Arnold, who was looking up at her while lying on the floor next to the chaise lounge.

“No I can’t throw the cat.”

She rips off the towel from her wet hair and begins to pace back and forth a few feet from her bed. For a moment she stood in the middle of the floor, her wet body wrapped in a bath towel, just staring into space. It was if she was frozen by a sudden ice storm that has struck only her room.

“This is unbelievable!”

She phoned the airline and told the representative about the situation.
“Nobody called to say that they have the wrong luggage, but you can return the
suitcase you mistakenly picked up at the airport’s lost and found.”

Leslie was frustrated by the response, she did not mean to be rude, but she pushed the button and abruptly ended the call.

“No one is going to return my suitcase; it had very expensive clothes in it.” “Ugggg, how could I be so stupid?”

She could not sleep; she just sat on her chaise lounge next to her window and stared outside unto the streets. Her anger was stewing making her more bitter and distraught. In the morning her neighbor came by to ask about her trip. When Leslie opened the door she looked disheveled. An intense smoke was hovering above her head and a strong stench was coming from the house.

“What the hell happened?” her neighbor asked.
“I’m in hell!!”
Then Leslie slammed the door in her neighbor’s face.

 

The only thing stopping you is YOU

Don’t allow self doubt to hinder you from accomplishing your goals.

HarsH ReaLiTy

Someone asked me why I help bloggers so much and why I share my methods of blogging. I do it because it is amusing to me. I did not say I get “satisfaction from it” or that “it makes me feel good.” It actually is a lot of needless work. What I do “feel good from” is feeding off the excitement of other bloggers, new bloggers. It stimulates me and motivates me to remember when I first started oh so long ago (14 months ago actually). I share my knowledge freely because I know that the lack of information or clarity of direction is not what will make or break a blogger. It is their personal drive that will normally flare out and stop the process.

It will come in the form of excuses and noise in the wind. “Well I blog about things no one likes, my blog is…

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Decisions Decisions

Today, the Daily Post posed a question: As a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up? How close or far are you from that vision?

I had no idea what I wanted to be when I grew up. I knew I was much too short to be a model and besides during the 70’s it was rare to see an African American model. I thought I would want to become a teacher, but having to serve six months as a substitute teacher upon graduating college quickly changed my mind.

Basically I had no “real” aspirations, however, I did enjoy drawing. I do owe a lot to my grandfather. He was a poet and was very creative. He created poetry like a collage. I remember watching him as he would cut pictures and letters from magazines and newspapers then carefully lay these items out on a piece of paper until he was pleased with the arrangement, he would then paste the items thus creating a poem, his masterpiece.

In his attempt to develop my interest(s), my grandfather took the time to develop a cartoon storyboard. I was pleased that he took this opportunity and this was how I started to enjoy cartooning. I was not sure if I really wanted to become a cartoonist, but it was great to have some sort of interest. I did continue to draw cartoons and illustrations throughout elementary and high school. I did have plans to pursue some type of art, but I allowed an element of persuasion to changed my mind. I had blogged about this before https://caseylove1985.wordpress.com/2014/05/12/in-pursuit-of-life/ how my mother convinced me it would be better for me to pursue a career in business than the arts because the arts have no earning potential.

Sometimes I wished I followed my own lead, but I’m glad I did “study” Business Administration, the skills I have learned are transferable, but since I’ve been laid off from my last job, this has allowed me to really pursue opportunities in the creative arts, even at an older age. But you’re never to old to pursue a dream (within reason of course).

My goal is to branch into freelance writing. This is part of the reason I have created this blog so I could enhance my writing skills. I have also developed an interest in photography and it would be interesting to see where this opportunity leads.