I was lucky to have parents who supported me to choose what profession I wanted

Keywords: discover-prompts , rag-tag daily prompt , about me , career choices , choices , finally , life , orchestrate , personal , rdp , work

Some parents might push their kids to the limits and that can cause other problems later on. I was free to do what felt most natural. My parents knew I couldn’t be told what to do so they didn’t force me to. I’m still like that. Apparently, before I learned to walk, they wondered when do I actually start to do that. I crawled a lot and one day I just stood up and started walking. That’s a story my dad told me. Maybe I was just careful or I was afraid to start walking. It could also be because I didn’t want to get rushed. I wanted to do it in my own time and that’s how my life has been. I don’t like rushing things because then the quality won’t be good. In that sense, I’m a perfectionist. In certain other things, I’m not that fussy.

https://tomboyforlife.blog/2020/04/10/finally-orchestrated-what-i-want

I just wanted the support so that I had a few less people telling me they told me so if I were to fail

Keywords: dreams , journalism , magazine

Make sure to have fun in this life. Even if it’s from the bathroom floor. I was laughing somewhat hysterically and nervously while I talked to her on my cell phone from my kitchen floor. This was going to be huge for me. I’d done two 3-month internships for a stipend when I was 21, but I was now 31. It felt as though I was going backward, but backward back into my dream job. My internships were my favorite jobs of all, until this. I knew I had to do it, I knew I was going to do it

https://lifeofnoelle.wordpress.com/2022/08/05/not-where-i-thought-id-be

I want to talk about the sad – talking about the sad make sad go away

Keywords: reflections , anxiety , blog , blogging , communication , growth , listening , relationships

How does one talk about their feelings when their feelings make them want to take a lifelong vow of silence? I got one solution – and that is supportive people. All you really need is a good listener. But this is harder said than done. I’m an absolutely garbage listener, my brain interjects with perspectives and comments every two seconds while someone is speaking. It’s a curse, and it’s taken me a long time to quell my natural anxious mind in favour of patient listening. I’m still on that journey, ladies and gentlemen.

https://shellspotted.wordpress.com/2022/01/22/one-conversation-is-all-it-takes

I suppose I want to be able to impart some wisdom

Keywords: death , grief , grieving , jenr8ionwidow , widow , widower

I think that maybe my impatience and critical thinking come from a place of helplessness. I, even with my what I have learned, what many of us have learned, cannot make their pain go away. I can only impart my experiences and hope that maybe something I say can be relatable. If you can relate to any part of my story, maybe you can also relate to what I have learned.

https://jenr8ion.com/2022/01/11/too-many-support-groups

Practice Self-Care

Keywords: Read , communications technology , Golden Rule , ICT , information , information and communications technology , information retrieval , information technology , knowledge , language , literacy , marketplace , natural language , search , technology

In this installment of the ongoing series about the Golden Rule, I want to talk about self-care. But before I get to that topic per se, let me note how nothing we ever do is ever done alone, in isolation, or independently of other people. Everything is always done in the context of our environment, and as everyone and everything on Earth shares this same planet as our context, we are all in this (and in everything) together.

In other words: “self” is an awkward concept (insofar as no-one could even exist outside of this shared context, habitat, or whatever you might want to call it — see also the homepage [ https://wants.blog ] for more related thoughts on this topic).

Nonetheless, if we do consider ourselves as individuals, separated and apart from one another, then we ought to (I feel, according to a “Golden Rule” type of sympathy for one another) practice self-care, simply in order not to become a burden upon one-another (and yet also in a self-serving way, for our own well-being, in what Adam Smith might have referred to as an “enlightened self-interest” kind of motivation).

Let me underscore one more time: In my opinion, this is definitely also a social behavior. Although it can be interpreted as a “pulling yourself up by your own bootstraps” behavior, I prefer to view it more realistically as a social act. Seen in this light, practicing self-care can easily be interpreted as an implicit request for help.

And this is precisely where the Golden Rule becomes fundamental. Let me split it up into (some of) its several parts:

  • practice self-care, in order not to become a burden on others
  • request help from others (who are capable of helping without being unduly burdened)
  • openly acknowledge your own gratitude for any help provided
  • show your own willingness to help others

Such sentiments are so fundamental to most friendships and similar relationships involving mutual support that it almost seems superfluous to point them out or to draw attention to them — as if there were something remarkable about regular and natural kindness that might need to be explained.

Today, however, I feel that the social cohesion we experience is becoming increasingly atomized and the social and supportive bonds we might experience on a daily basis may become ever more distant. Close relationships used to be a matter of close proximity. Increasingly, “close” is a matter of choice — we can choose to be close (or not) … with anyone. anywhere. anytime.

You may recall that I wrote about the film “Vicky, Christina, Barcelona” (2008) last week (see “Sparring for Literacy“). Today I am taking a more “personal” approach to pretty much the same topic (“communications”).

I feel we are all motivated (by the circumstances of distance) and to some extent need to make implicit wants more explicit. We increasingly need to actually say it out loud.

Daddy, Mummy I want Bunny … I want to go home … Help me

Keywords: corona-virus , covid-19 , family , health care , writing , bloganuary , covid , pandemic , polio , toy

I don’t remember the next several months other than visits through the window and people in white, wearing masks, doing things to me. There were periods in a whirlpool tub where a nurse held me while the water moved around me and someone else moved my legs. There was another room where we went to do more exercises, and someone else moved my scrawny legs.

https://imagesbyceci.com/2022/01/04/first-love