1. I think the only reason I’ve had the career life that I’ve had is that someone told me some secrets early on about living. You can do the very best you can when you’re very, very relaxed, no matter what it is or what your job is, the more relaxed you are the better you are…I realized the more fun I had, the better I did it. And I thought, that’s a job I could be proud of. It’s changed my life learning that, and it’s made me better at what I do.
  2. Millions of people never analyze themselves. Mentally they are mechanical products of the factory of their environment, preoccupied with breakfast, lunch, and dinner, working and sleeping, and going here and there to be entertained. They don’t know what or why they are seeking, nor why they never realize complete happiness and lasting satisfaction. By evading self-analysis, people go on being robots, conditioned by their environment. True self-analysis is the greatest art of progress.
    (via elige)

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  3. [I]t is actually more expensive to be poor than not poor. If you can’t afford the first month’s rent and security deposit you need in order to rent an apartment, you may get stuck in an overpriced residential motel. If you don’t have a kitchen or even a refrigerator and microwave, you will find yourself falling back on convenience store food, which—in addition to its nutritional deficits—is also alarmingly overpriced. If you need a loan, as most poor people eventually do, you will end up paying an interest rate many times more than what a more affluent borrower would be charged. To be poor—especially with children to support and care for—is a perpetual high-wire act.

    It Is Expensive to Be Poor | The Atlantic  (via america-wakiewakie)

    Reblog this forever. I’ll never forget how many of my students in the school I worked in with a 100% free and reduced lunch rate lived in residential motels and how many of them relied on the school to get breakfast and lunch and how often those were their only meals for the day.

    Or how my friends who have older cars have to spend so much money repairing them but an older car was all they could afford in the first place.

    And how you literally have no safety net because if you already fixed one thing on your car and something else goes a week later, you’ve already spent the little bit of buffer you saved up.

    (via raindropprincess)

    “The reason that the rich were so rich, Vimes reasoned, was because they managed to spend less money.

    Take boots, for example. He earned thirty-eight dollars a month plus allowances. A really good pair of leather boots cost fifty dollars. But an affordable pair of boots, which were sort of OK for a season or two and then leaked like hell when the cardboard gave out, cost about ten dollars. Those were the kind of boots Vimes always bought, and wore until the soles were so thin that he could tell where he was in Ankh-Morpork on a foggy night by the feel of the cobbles.

    But the thing was that good boots lasted for years and years. A man who could afford fifty dollars had a pair of boots that’d still be keeping his feet dry in ten years’ time, while the poor man who could only afford cheap boots would have spent a hundred dollars on boots in the same time and would still have wet feet.

    This was the Captain Samuel Vimes ‘Boots’ theory of socioeconomic unfairness.”

    (via moniquill)

    (via divination)

  4. "… and im honestly just feeling so attacked right now"

    Must be a high vibe week for my star sign or something, because it’s Wednesday, it’s mid-October and my life includes … 

    • Three initiatives I spearheaded at work - all of them as pet projects to meet a specific gap and need for my team - have all gained global corporate interest - and now I have a bunch of meetings every day to talk to people I wouldn’t know if they flew over and patted my arse who are criticising my work for not being generic or inclusive enough to be rolled out globally, even though they reached out to me because it was so innovative and they wanted to do just that! Argh!
    • The tenants who seem to think that because I am a landlord somehow that makes me a cash machine and are trying to sue us.
    • The Vegan / PETA / Animals Alliance newsletter must have featured my name this week because I have trolls pinging my Medium / Wordpress / Twitter accounts to tell me how evil or wrong or both that I am for not agreeing that veganism is the path to ascension or it eliminates 99.9% of all scientologists or whatever the fuck their crazy legume of the month social media prize of the month is …
    • I bruised my Coccyx. I don’t know how. It just hurts. A LOT.
    • Mum is piised that I didn’t see her this weekend. We see them every weekend. How dare I take one weekend just for us. *le sigh*
    • Insurance company refused to cover the claim for the collapsed roof because it was not caused by a storm or other outside event and thus are claiming it is “wear and tear” - say what now?
    • Cheapest quote for repairs came in at $6k. I didn’t even shit bricks. Wish I could, I could sell those.
    • I have stress eaten all of the gallons of ice cream.

    am trying to keep it together, but seriously, there are fucking days that it is not happening.

    I try and look at everything an say, yeah, but I’m lucky. I’m lucky I have a job and that I have a salary and that I can afford those things that need money and that I have the health to keep going and the meds to maintain that health and the booze to round off the edges the meds miss and the serenity fucking now meditations to try and remind myself that it’s all first world problems really and I could have it so much worse but that still doesn’t mean I just want to scream, throw the laptop out the window and go and lie in the grass with the cows instead … even though it will actually make things worse even if it did make me feel marginally better in the short term.

    This whole adulting caper is hard.

  5. Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.

    Ursula K. Le Guin (via kushandwizdom)

    I think this is really important. I think that many people believe that it’s not constant work; that it shouldn’t feel like effort. There are those among us who’d rather have the bread made for them, I guess.

    (via wordishness)

    (via wordishness)

  6. If only I could respond to real life communiques like social media posts …

    Our property suffered an unexpected and disastrous failure of the drywall plaster ceiling causing it all to collapse and requiring extensive repairs. We offered free rent while this was to occur, but the tenants decided that they wanted to break the lease and move - fair enough, I’m not going to force people to stay where they don’t want to be - so I said sure, waived any fiscal penalties, etc to make it easier for them to do so … after all, it’s just being kind and human, really. So, all good, right?

    Nope. We get a “notice to seek compensation” from the tenant claiming for a bunch of things like lost salary, costs of moving, pain, suffering and some other elements that amounts to the entire rent they paid in the six months they were there. 

    So, now I have to get a lawyer involved and write up a response, I just wish I could just reply with:

"As you can imagine no-one that sleeps with a stripper at her hen night broadcasts it or at least they try to take their secret to the grave. But the protagonist of this episode had no choice but to confess and could never have pretended the boy was her husband’s because of a little problem - the child was born with dwarfism.”

    "As you can imagine no-one that sleeps with a stripper at her hen night broadcasts it or at least they try to take their secret to the grave. But the protagonist of this episode had no choice but to confess and could never have pretended the boy was her husband’s because of a little problem - the child was born with dwarfism.”

  8. Why should PETA be the only ones allowed to make propaganda?

    Why should PETA be the only ones allowed to make propaganda?

  9. Just some of the dashies that amused me during my long catchup today …