#TFW the only way out of the gluttonous ravages of Thanksgiving is to serve #FFF (Full Face Forward) for the exact month until the next Holiday Onslaught 🦃🤤🤦🏻♂️🤢😋👉🏻🎅🏻🍗🍠🍭😳🤪🤷🏻♂️☺️
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Full Face Forward
Tag: millennial
Self Care > Success
Life is up and down. Life is messy. Life isn’t linear. We’re not living in our parent’s age anymore, so let’s release our parents’ scripts.
What this world needs more of is self compassion. Yes, we’re all fighting to be seen, heard, and loved. Yes, many of us feel tired. Yes, the energy today is highly volatile and unlike any energy our human form has experienced.
How can we relax into this here and now without steamrolling ourselves? Can we treat ourselves with the gentleness, love, playfulness, and respect we would for an innocent child?
Yes, the critical inner voice will always be there – that’s not going away. But you gotta stop believing that shit. Watch the negative messages come by like a passing cloud. Feel them for only as long as you need to, to become aware that the script was switched — it’s all mixed up — cause those nasty messages aren’t for you, you beautiful ball of humanness. Release the harshness toward yourself. Release the judgement. Because no one’s ever gonna judge you as harshly as you judge yourself.
Hang in there, people. If you feel like you’re fighting, pushing, striving, and forcing, take a breather. Take a fucking bubble bath. Know that you’re doing enough. Know that you are enough. You are enough.
Happy 4th of July 🎆🎇
Photo by Ira Veridiano
Pretty Little Bow
For most of my life, I’ve felt like I needed to wrap a #PrettyLittleBow around all interactions. I wanted to please people, and make them feel comfortable and happy, even at the cost of my own happiness and comfort. Now, at 30, that desire is slipping away as I gain confidence and more experience in this body. Human relationships are messy and that’s OK. Not everyone gets along, as there are infinite vibrations of energy all around us harmonizing and clashing at any given moment, but as long as we can respect each other and the lens each of us views the world from, maybe we can live in relative harmony. I hope you can get a few laughs from this video, along with the underlying message, which is whatever you think it is, or not what you think it is at all.
Millennial Tech-Slave-Whore
Here I am
Your millennial tech-slave-whore to the American Dollar and Dream
Destroy my soul
Put an Apple sticker on my intake forms at the loony bin
Soft glow illuminating my face
False-self smiling outside
Deep down?
Numb, numb, numb
Worst nightmare: a power outage
Trademark my ass
Give me a number, then send me back to the zombie world
Faces in phones, no real connection
Walking into traffic
Blind
Hypnotized by Kim Kardashian’s latest ass shot on Instagram
A soulless, dying breed
Ding, ding, ding
Photo credit: Paul Aresu
Lace up and Break Free
Lacin’ up my shoes and breaking free of the Comfort Zone.
Photo credit: Paul Aresu
5 Warning Signs your Depression May Actually be Burn-Out
…and how Bad Habits may be Making it Worse
You’ve done everything right: worked hard for long hours, accumulated cultural artifacts of success, and made your family proud. Still, however, you feel this nagging exhaustion, irritability, deep depression and hopelessness for a more balanced tomorrow. When you’re feeling burnt out, your inner saboteur can have a hayday and make life even harder, so read below to see if any of these negative habits are messing with your qi:
Continue reading “5 Warning Signs your Depression May Actually be Burn-Out”
Cool Kids Club
When you feel like you’re finally part of the cool kids club…
Photo credit: Paul Aresu
Crash Course
Hey, I’m Myles. We may know each other, or this may be your first time stumbling upon me in the leafy abundance of the online forest. I’m here writing to you from my apartment in Ridgewood, Queens in New York City. I’m a 29 year-old writer, realtor and model. My mission for this blog is to offer original, inspirational content to help people feel better everyday.
Perfect Fucking Moment
I remember the moment this photo was taken, the click of the camera. I dropped my head down and finger-combed my hair forward, then flung myself up for the I-don’t-know-how-many-th time, then BAM. Not to sound like a narcissistic nightmare who makes you wanna choke on your own vomit, but it was a hard shot to pull off all things considered: chin had to stay down, shoulders up, find the lens and make eye contact in a millisecond, hand ever so slightly tugging my shirt, then hope my hair was still up and not whooshed back out of sight.