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Enjoy this guest post from Ronnie.
I Cannot Think of Failures: The Way to Success
The key to attaining success is to first understand what the word actually means. Success does not mean making an obscene amount of money. Nor does it mean becoming famous. There are several aspect of a person’s life. These include the self, family, friends, work, community, mankind, environment, material things, and spirituality. For some individuals it may be less than those that are mentioned above and for some it may be more. True success lies in a balance of all these aspect. When an individual concentrates only on one area then he will lose control of the others. For instance those who are workaholics will lose their family. It is clearly a very difficult task because if it were easy then everybody would have been successful.
Positive thinking has helped me tremendously. Over the course of the past few years I have been able to slowly change my line of work to one that is much closer to my heart. The job that I had earlier was one that I had taken up in my quest for more money. Even though I earned a lot of money, my life seemed empty. I realized that this was not the life that I wanted. I did a lot of thinking and decided to take the plunge. I must admit that for a few months there were many negative thoughts in my mind and I nearly decided to scrap my plan of a career change. My family and my circle of friends encouraged me greatly; they were able to infuse a certain level of positivity in my thought process. This really made a great of difference.
My advice to you is to think positive. It is easier said than done. But think about it this way: most of the greatest things that have happened in this world have begun as a small thought in an individual`s mind; it is only after that thought was supplemented by action that it became a reality. The idea in your mind might well be the next big thing for humanity. So if you develop any negative thoughts just refuse to let such thoughts into your mind. Trust me such thoughts will only lead you to lethargy. Replace the negative ideas in you head it with positive ones. You cannot afford to do otherwise. Focus on the final outcome and work towards it. Most of the obstacles that you face will not be from outside but from within. So think positive!
You must also try to infuse positivity in your life. Read inspiring books, watch movies that make you happy, engage in physical activity, and most importantly surround you with people who have a positive attitude to life. Humans are social beings. Surround yourself with people who encourage you and infuse your mind with positivity; they will be able to give you the support you need. I was lucky in that aspect. I had good friends and a supportive family. To sum up, success is not about money or fame. It is about looking back at your memories and being able to smile at them. Nothing leads to success like positive thought. So think positive and you will succeed.
Ronnie Custer is concentrated on writing both academic and non-academic cases for the past several years which in actual fact assisted him to gain knowledge a great deal in writing grading assignments for all sorts of students. So far, as a result of his vast experience in writing industry, he worked with different services that assist in dissertation writing as well.
What does success mean to you?
I couldn’t think of a better 200th post for my blog. Just now, I received an email from the editor of Children’s Stories telling me that my poem was viewed more that 3,800 times since it was published at their website. She told me that the number is well above average, which makes me so happy.
I like to thank my fellow bloggers who helped in generating this traffic. If you haven’t read my poem yet, you can by following this link http://www.childrens-stories.net/poems-and-rhyming-stories/go~to~sleep~my~little~kitten_margaret~benison.htm
Speaking of traffic, my short story November 13th made it to the top viewed mystery stories on Short Story with over 9,000 views! You can read it by following this link. http://www.short-story.me/mystery-stories/597-november-13th.html
Leading a healthy lifestyle is an essential thing for me. When I’m healthy, not only do I look better in my slim jeans, but I also write better, think better, sleep better, and feel better about myself. Last year, I started an exercise regime which consisted of me working out at least three times a week. Recently, however, I have deviated from the norm and, with swimsuit season approaching, I feel awful about it.
Ever since I started writing my novel, I no longer had much time to do anything else. My mornings revolved around writing, noons and afternoons around studying, I edited in evenings, and at nights, well, I slept. I know that the old I don’t have time excuse is invalid. However, I will say that I was unable to manage my time in such a way as to fit exercising into my daily, or three-times weekly, routine.
I still exercise; I haven’t let myself go completely. However, with the long hours sitting on a chair and typing, staying active has become more important than ever for me to keep my body, and head, in a wholesome state.
To tell you the truth, my work out schedule isn’t the only thing that was affected during the time I was writing my novel. I had two novel-writing attempts before, one of which I quit on near the end while the other didn’t even make it to the middle. I learned a lot from my experiences, and am learning every day. So when I started writing a novel for the third time, I wanted it to be a charm. I put enormous pressure on myself to finish this story, regardless of how tired I was or what it would take from me. Something was going to give. However, I’m glad that something was my waistline instead of my novel.
I’m sure as I embark on writing other novels that I will find it easier to manage my time, as finishing a novel will no longer be a ghost looming over my shoulder. For the time being, I started to get back on track, and went for walk this morning.
How does writing affect your daily routine?
If you read my bio on WordPress, you’d know that I tend to take on more than I have the time or the energy to accomplish. This has been the case for me in the past couple of weeks, and I believe it’s going to continue for the foreseeable future.
Since I finished writing the first draft of my novel, I wanted to take a short break before I could start writing another novel or editing the first one. However, as some of you may know, April is a month plucked with writing competitions.
Writing for competitions is not something I’m used to, so I took on this new opportunity, regardless of the fact that I have a graduation project to finish – the only thing standing between me and my BA. Of course, I’m not planning to enter all competitions, nor am I planning to write for the tens whose themes I liked (anymore). I have selected a few, however, which I thought I should give a shot.
As the competitions’ deadlines loom, I find myself focusing more on writing for the contests than for my project. I would do anything than write for my graduation project, actually. One time, I slept for three hours in the afternoon, waking up every half-hour but the dreadful thought of having to work on the project putting me back to sleep.
To tell you the truth, I have finished writing for the upcoming contests (except one), but I’m putting off editing them just to avoid working on my project. Today alone, I checked my Facebook, Twitter, WordPress, Instagram and Klout accounts over a dozen times each, not to mention distracting myself with other mundane things, all the while only editing one out of 12 pages of a piece of writing due in 5 days!
I think it’s safe to say the writers are the best procrastinators. For me this is obviously the case. I loiter with my writing but only when I have other things to do. I’ll stick with the conclusion that I subconsciously want to fail in other things so that writing is the only thing left for me to do, or maybe it’s just all in my head.
Do you face this problem too?
I went out to see the dentist today (just a regular check up during which he told me that I took too much care of my teeth and people like me put him out of business). Prior to being admitted into the clinic, however, I had to wait. Since I haven’t waited for anyone, or anything, in such a long time, this particular wait proved to be one of the longest.
I arrived at 12:55 to my 1:00 p.m. appointment. There was a patient in there and an old man in the waiting room. At first, I thought he was the secretary, but then I thought against it. The room seemed tiny when I entered, but now that I recall the two large coaches and three other smaller ones I realize that the room’s size was bigger than what I had thought. I sat on a grey coach, embroidered by rectangular patterns on the sitting area. The plain remainders of the coach made me believe that the dentist was trying to salvage two different sofas and ended up with that mess.
“First time here?” the man asked, again making me think that he was the secretary.
“Yes,” I smiled politely eying the fashion magazine he clutched with his thick hands.
The muted music channel was showing a video of a five-year-old song, my phone had no internet connection, the dentist’s roaring tools indicated that I will be waiting a while, and I had no interest whatsoever in aimlessly turning the pages of a fashion magazine. All I wished in that moment was to have a book in my bag that I can read to pass the few, yet dull, moments.
Yesterday, I finished reading Great Expectations by Charles Dickens, an interesting classic of which I will later post a review. On my shelf, there are but two unread books: The Grand Design by Stephen Hawking (a little sciency), and Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn. On my iPad, there are tens of unread classical and modern titles, and I still have several bought books which are stored but not yet shipped from Amazon. I hardly ever let my iPad out of the house. Leaving a few minutes prior to my appointment, I hadn’t thought that I would need any means of entertainment.
My mother told me that in Ukraine the majority of people carried books during their daily commutes. She told me that she carried a book at all times – just like we carry earphones nowadays. Not only do I envy the pre-internet culture, but I also envy the people who can read when riding a train or a bus. We don’t have trains in Lebanon; and with our bumpy roads and crazy drivers, I get motion sickness just by staring at my telephone’s screen. Mostly, however, I’m envious because I wasn’t brought up to carry a book with me at all times. In the stretched time during my wait for the dentist, I disdained my culture the most.
I grabbed my phone, and started writing. I wrote everything that came up to my mind, from a note to self to leave a 30 minute grace period between one patient and the other in case I was incarnated as a dentist, to the recapitulation of my to-do list. I wrote till the notepad told me to stop (apparently, I had reached some character limit). Then, I got my check up, went to have my nails done, waited another few minutes for the nail polish to dry (again without being entertained), and then stood across the street to wait for a cab. In that moment, I couldn’t help but head to the book store. I’m never leaving the house without a book again.
This week, I’m keeping it all in the family, and hosting the post of my cousin. I have been always impressed by cousin’s poetry and today I will share one of her poems with you. She’s new on WordPress, so I would appreciate it if you hit the like and follow buttons to support her.
They say every summer has a story
But never have they witness other than its yellow and blue
Neither its heat nor its long days
But I yesterday have witnessed the court and jury
Summertime fantasies and wild July
Which I thought will stay forever
To realize that September luck is no myth
Soon summer ends as I cry
Too many jaw drops
Too many disappointments
Too many endings
Too many pauses and stops
For me I only found hope in him
And had faith because of him
He stayed in my life with all the mess
But lastly he have gone back to being him
Insecure I feel
And all human kind seems to scare me now
For he wants what he desires
Even if his desires are on man’s account
I can’t have him
And I desire him or nothing at all
I am human, I am selfish
I run away from him
I can’t live with you
But I can’t live without you
But summer has ended
And we are a mess
Now it’s time to either let go of life or let go of me
So I let you to decide
For I cannot pressure you to stay when in us you have no clue
Sorry I feel for us
And tears I cry for our happy promises
I cannot but not love you
But in us I no longer trust
They say every summer has a story
But it’s no story when it’s a happy ending
It’s no story without the flashbacks
Flashbacks of hot nights, yellow sun, blue ocean, red roses, loud noise…
Mine ended with heat and endless nights
Still, I remember its glory
But will always remember that back to earth I shall come
And in reality I shall live
Bio: Lebanese by birth who dreams big. I'm highly inspired by a relative “Margaret Benison”; currently majoring Interior Design and minoring in Advertising; living in a mixture of ART and REALITY; party animal; has been in love with the same person for eight years; an amateur poet; an artist. A person who have been through not a lot but quite some ups and downs, luckily managed to overcome the obstacles and continue the life I started. Blog address: www.ayanehme.wordpress.com