20 Ways to Boost Your Creativity by illuminara, literature
Literature
20 Ways to Boost Your Creativity
1. Create something every day. If there’s one secret to productivity, this is it. It’s not sexy or exciting, but the bottom line is that creative masterpieces aren’t built overnight. They take time and dedication, and you will only make real progress if you work every day. If you haven’t formed a daily habit of creativity yet, start today. It takes about a month if you’re serious about it, and then it becomes second nature and you’ll never look back. 2. Value progress over perfection. Productive and perfect are not synonyms. Which would you rather be? 3. Accept that what you create won’t be perfect and create it anyway. Perfect is the e...
Life with Autism - Pt. 1 by MonocerosArts, literature
Literature
Life with Autism - Pt. 1
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I've hesitated for my as long as I've been online about whether or not I should openly post about this, but lately I've come to the conclusion that if we neurodiverse people don't speak for ourselves, no one will. Will people try to use this as a weapon against me to invalidate what things I have to say? Undoubtedly. But I think it's my responsibility to share it despite the bullies and small-minded haters.I'm autistic. I've shared this with people individually. You might already know. I was diagnosed with a nonverbal learning disorder when I was 17. It's a diagnosis which essentially boils down to "she's on the auti...
Own oxygen first - before helping others
is office wisdomSo I straighten my back 'n open my lungs
First listening to my body
before the customer comesgiving my love 'n care for a solution
back and forth for the best feedback
scores, statistics, reputationMy breath becomes shallow
as I swallow my needs while
endorsing the customer's sorrowOwn oxygen first - before helping others
is office wisdom I remember
(...) now (...) The back is not straight and lungs not full
but I'll try once again - did you notice?
Who is else having my back?
watching it, scratching it ...but me?