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Leadership: Lead, Follow or Get Out of the Way Part 3
Welcome back to those who are following the "Leadership: Lead, Follow or Get Out of the Way" series that are posted on Sundays. For you new readers, Welcome! Feel free to check out the other posts in this series. The information will greatly enhance your leadership knowledge.
By Ando Anderson8 years ago in Motivation
Yes, I Admit It
I'm 19. When I was younger I thought that at 19 I'd either have everything figured out or I'd be famous enough to not care about having everything figured out. But now that I am who I am, I can't believe that at this kind of age I'm supposed to have my whole life figured out, according to my parents of course. At one point I did of course, but then I realized there was so much more than textbooks and equations. I guess I could say they don't understand, and maybe they don't but what if they do. I have probably gone through every phase possible and I am proud to admit it that yes, I dream a lot. At one point in my life I dreamt of being up on a stage wearing fabulous clothing and having crowds sing my songs with me. Then I thought I'd be a dancer, artist, photographer, actress, etc. Little did I know how powerful shyness and intimidation could be. Now, I like to write. I like to do a little bit of everything and although I've searched everywhere theres no job that allows me to do that. My biggest fear is doing something that I hate everyday because then every thing that I have gone through would have been for nothing. I'm passionate about a lot and I know that I'm the only one holding myself back. I just wish parents and people in general saw what I see in my head.
By Tamara Nicotra8 years ago in Motivation
"One Must Understand All"
"One must understand all—else one must take all for granted." - F. Scott Fitzgerald I read Fitzgerald's The Beautiful and Damned the summer before I turned eighteen, and fell head over heels for it. It wasn't my first Fitzgerald novel — like almost every high school student in the country, I'd been forced to read The Great Gatsby—but it quickly became one of my favorite novels. It's full of philosophical witticisms and intriguing characters, whom you don't really like but are still somehow invested in. It's a poignant look at how far people will go to get what they want, and raises questions on whether it's worth it if you end up losing yourself on the path to your desires.
By Kailey Miller8 years ago in Motivation
The F.I.M.I. Theory Explained
What is the F.I.M.I. Theory? The F.I.M.I. Theory is a well-known one. It's a simple, yet powerful, phrase: "Fake it 'til you make it". Simply put, faking it until you make it is a way of saying to pretend you are/have what you want until that thing is actually procured. Even more simply put, it means pretend you are what and who you want to be until it becomes a reality.
By Sierra I8 years ago in Motivation
The Difference Between a Life Goal and a Career Goal
"What do you want to be when you grow up?" How many times did you hear that question as a kid? If you were like me, after what felt like a thousand times, you got a little frustrated being asked that question. It is a crucial question though, and one that shouldn't be taken lightly; but perhaps, we're asking the question wrong. Now don't misunderstand me, I'm not condescendingly preaching at all those who ask that question and say they should stop asking it; however, that question often carries over in these kids' minds when they have to grow up and take it seriously, and I think it's the wrong question to ask. Instead, I think the proper question is, "What do you want to do with your life?"
By Jared Benson8 years ago in Motivation
Grounded Goal Setting
Sometimes it can feel like everyone around us is easily achieving great success, when in truth, every individual has relevant struggles when it comes to goal setting. Only you can know the true depth of your motivations, no matter what category your goals fit into. They could revolve around dieting, workout plans, academia, a career, or any variety of other things. Or, in some cases, all of the above.
By Aly Martinez8 years ago in Motivation
Buying a Home at 20
In this day and age it can be difficult for anyone to buy a house; whether it be due to low income meaning less saving or the extortionate cost of rent. I found that in order to buy my first home, I had to make a lot of sacrifices. Nights out with my friends, date nights with my partner, holidays... I gave all this up to get on the property ladder, but why?
By Kimberly Styles8 years ago in Motivation
Platforms
I remember when I was young and innocent, standing at the edge of a cliff, looking over at the unending path of platforms, wondering what would lie on the final platform. I remember taking the first leap, unsure that I would even make it. But I did. Landing on the first platform gave me a feeling of exhilaration, the adrenaline coursing through my blood. I didn't pause as I jumped onto the next one, and the one after that, and the one after that. I only paused when the sun began to set and I could no longer see the platforms in front of me. I curled up on the platform I was on and fell asleep. When I woke up, the cycle began again. Jumping from platform to platform, the feeling of excitement going through me. But every time I made the jump, the excitement dulled. As I grew, so too did my disappointment. The leaps became jumps, the jumps became hops, and the hops became steps. Soon, I could easily walk from one to another, and it was no longer fun. As a teenager, I became all too self-aware of the height. Thoughts flooded into my mind. What if I never made the next jump? It became harder and harder to do so. Sometimes I would leap for hours on end, and some days I could barely manage one. And then one day, at the age of 18, I finally did something new. I looked down. From beneath me, there was another set of platforms, exactly the same as this one. In the distance I saw a man, much older then me, jumping across the platforms with ease, a smile on his face as he skipped across in a childlike wonder, almost as if the excitement of jumping had never worn away. I picked up a stone from my platform and threw it down, where it landed directly in front of the man. He paused in his jumps and looked up. He saw me, leaning cautiously over the edge, my hair dangling over the sides and he waved up at me happily. I wanted to yell down to him, ask him how he was so full of life, but I knew no sound would reach him. He jumped to the platform in front of him, and beckoned me to follow. I did so, leaping across to the next one. He smiled and kept going, and I kept following in his footsteps. Eventually, it became something of a race, the two of us jumping from platform to platform. One day, I managed to get ahead of him. I looked back to smile, when all of a sudden I felt the world fall. I closed my eyes, until I felt myself hit the ground. I heard a sound from behind me, footsteps on rocks, and then I saw him, the man I had been racing. He offered me his hand, and helped me stand. The two of us, on one platform. He smiled at me, offering me his hand, and I took it. I cannot remember how many years we hopped side by side, years full of laughter and happiness. Years of me finding my motivation, and concerning my fears, while he cheered me on proudly. One day we came across a cliff— one that looked exactly like my childhood. The platforms went on, swerving left and continuing forward, but there was finally land, finally the other side. The leap was long, and I could sea the ocean below me, crashing loudly against the rocks. My friend went first, jumping across the platform and onto the cliff. He turned and looked at me, and for the first time, I saw sadness in his eyes. I understood why. I looked down—at the ocean before me, and decided it was too much. I couldn't make the jump. Not yet. He smiled at me as I turned away, and leaped onto the next platform. When I looked back, the cliff was gone. I had grown with my friend, jumping by his side as I matured, facing the troubles together. The platform away looked more daunting than it ever had, yet still, I leaped. Within my heart I could feel it. The joy, the excitement, the adrenaline. I carried on, not stopping for a second. Jumping and leaping and skipping across the platforms. And then one day, I was stopped in my path. A rock was dropped right in front of me. Curiously, I looked up, and saw a boy looking at me. There was tiredness in his eyes, one I recognized from long ago. I smiled at him, jumping over to the platform in front of me, and gestured for him to follow. I saw him take a hesitant step, and leap.
By Abigail Long8 years ago in Motivation
