We choose the things we carry.
Life is a box of chocolates or a good pair of shoes. Both tell you a lot about the world and the people in it.
When you’re on the hunt for a job, here are a few pointed reminders…
I’ve got quite a few goals for this year. To prevent inundating myself with all of them, or letting my fantastic ideas smother one another, I’ve incorporated a planner. It’s specifically designed to help you map out your passions. As I have many of these, it seemed appropriate. Now, I’m not that organized. I haven’t fastidiously used a planner since grade school. Of course, assignments were much easier to remember then.
I speak of strength for I am a willful woman. Too often have I attempted to force fate’s hand. I was selfish and afraid, so I forced change. This began a series of forced changes; some in the ending of relationships or in trying to initiate them. I’ve learned since that turning the wrong way down a one-way street puts you in a world of hurt. At best, you’re in for an awkward turn around. At worst, you get wrecked.