Why ‘Mad Max: Fury Road’ is the blockbuster you’ve been waiting for

Admittedly, my first attraction to Fury Road was the angry men right’s activists decrying it as some sort of liberal, feminist propaganda. (After all, anyone upsetting MRAs is probably doing the Lord’s work). So, without really knowing anything about Mad Max, I took a trip to the theatre and decided to give it a go.

And it was amazing. 

Below is my spoiler free review of Fury Road and why it’s one of the most magnificently progressive, feminist pieces of film I’ve seen in years that puts Hollywood to shame. (Not to mention it’s awesome).

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Message To You, My Loves:

First off, let me say that I love each and every one of you so so so much that I can’t even put it into words. Running this blog has been such a wonderful thing for me and to make it to more than 7 thousand followers is just amazing.

And with that said, after about a year or so of having this blog and being on Tumblr for about 4 years I’ve decided to take a long and indefinite hiatus. This blog and also my personal ladyjill will be on hiatus for an indefinite period of time. But don’t worry my loves, this hiatus will not be automatic. I’m putting the blogs on hiatus August 25th of this year.

This blog will still exist and its writing will still be here but it will be marked inactive. Again, this is not forever, but it will be a “for now sort of thing”.

I’m doing this hiatus for a lot of reasons. The most prominent ones are that I need to focus on what’s going on in the real world. I’m switching colleges and trying to write more fiction and poetry to eventually actually write a book and then help myself into law school. I just find that I need to focus my energy on jobs and school work and finding my way in the world and that has been difficult for me.

And you all may be wondering why Caitlyn isn’t staying and the thing with that is that if this blog is going to end, even for a little while, I wanted it to end with me. But don’t think Caitlyn is going anywhere, go follow her blog here at iprefer-theirwin. All her fantastic writing is there and you’ll also find that on our master list.

Again, the blog won’t begin its hiatus until August 25th of this year. The last post will be a full master list of everything ever written. So I hope you all will stick with the blog until it’s return. And as always I’ll be here for you guys when you need me at my newest journaling blog jillscompositions and also my writing blog writtenbyjill. That’s where you’ll find me when this blog goes on hiatus. I will always be here for you all, that’s a promise. Family has got to stick together.

Also, please know that this was not an easy decision to come to, believe me, but I have been thinking about it for a long while now. And putting the blog on hiatus gives me a heavy heart.

I really do love each and every one of you so dearly and this blog has built me up so much. The kindness all of you have shown me when I’ve been at my worst or even just had a bad day. The friends I have made with this blog and the cute little stalkers I’ve said hello to and even the kind hearted anons…I love you all to bits.

You have revived my confidence in my writing and have given me courage to speak on my own and develop a style and a story of sorts.

You guys gave me my voice back and I can’t even begin l thank you for that. Writing has always been my escape and you guys have me a home and a place to be free, which is why it’s so hard to let go. You all let me be myself and I appreciate that more than you know.

And as I’ve said over and over again, thank you. Thank you for loving this blog for the past year and a half. Thank you for loving my insane antics. Thank you for loving my writing. And most of all thank you for loving me. You guys mean the absolute most to me. Just remember this isn’t forever, but only until next time.

Much Love,

Do You Ever Find Yourself Saying/Thinking “Halp I Need Moneies!”?

I have, a lot!

And I’m warning you right now - I will probably sound like a freaking spokesperson and I apologize for that.

But this is a real deal thing and I desperately want my Tumblr peeps to find some more options rather than solely depending upon the goodwill of other Tumblr peeps (cause, face it, we are all broke as hell so we can’t do much other than reblog and reblogs are nice but they don’t earn income)

Before you write another plea, I urge you to look into Fiverr.

I started over a year ago  I tried for a month and then quit in frustration because I wasn’t making money and it sucked and I’m easily frustrated.

But a few months ago, I decided to give it one more shot after hearing about how many people were making tons of money there.

And this was in spite of already being spread thin in my money making efforts (ie: tons of effort but no income).  I’m on Etsy, Cafepress, Teachers Pay Teachers, Zazzle, Wix, Facebook, and also spend over $300 a year for a website on SiteBuildIt and post Google Ads there.  And NONE of them make me enough income to keep my head above water.  I’ve been in tears SO many times and so ready to give up completely on being an artist.  So I almost didn’t bother with Fiverr.  But, I figured, whatever.  Wasn’t as though i was getting money anywhere else.

So sometime in March, I reopened my gigs on Fiverr.  I rewrote some of my copy and updated my art samples.

Two months later, I’m able to pay all of my bills and put money into savings besides.  I’m not well off yet - I still need to really watch my spending - but I’m no longer terrified that I won’t be able to cover my monthly expenses.  And, again, this is after only 2 months.  I have no doubt that I will be making an unheard of income by next year.

It will start slow.  The biggest piece of advice is persistence.  Make as many gigs as you can.  Do as they advise and upload a video if it’s practical.  Visit the “Buyers Requests” section every single day.  Respond immediately to any messages you get.  Stand up for yourself and if someone asks for something especially detailed or complex, quote them more than $5.

You can do it!


And do not be afraid to ask me about my experience and find out what works for me. 

I’m also posting a link to my Fiverr page so you can see the variety of gigs I offer.  This is, funny enough, not an advertisement actually.  This is literally to help you develop your own Fiverr page.  

Love you all and I very much hope for great success!

PS - You can offer literally ANY service on Fiverr (except the naughty ones, C’Mon Son!)

People who draw or write or do anything website related are in especially high demand!

Over the past few months I’ve been trying to decide what to do with my life after I finish my MA.

I didn’t know if I wanted to try and get on to a PhD or try to get one of the 30 or so places for a PGCE in my subject.

After months of thinking about it, weighing up what interests me, what will make me feel fulfilled, what will give me job security and a comfortable salary, I’ve decided.

In just over a year, I’ll start my application to do a PGCE in Latin. I love working with children and young people, I love being in the classroom and finding way to get them to engage with the material.

I’d have more child friendly hours than other jobs if I one day have kids, and of the two options I think that teaching will make me the happiest.

I’m under no illusions about the course. I’ve watched friends go through PGCEs, I lived with one while she did it. It will be a year from hell, an absolute trial by fire.

Nor am I under any illusions about working with kids - I already work with different ages groups in an education setting. I’ve worked with challenging kids and know how exhausting it can be.

But I think that teaching is a career that will make me happy more often than it will make me feel crappy.

I’m so relieved to have finally chosen! I feel more motivated to work hard on my MA - I’ve got one Latin exam to go and I’m done for summer.

I’m really excited about preparing for the next chapter of my life and now I need to sort out some placements, get really secure in my Latin, and revise for those skills tests.

Ok. So. I’ll make a longer update post (probably tomorrow night), but long story short, I have two nagging injuries right now (one that could progress to a stress fracture if I’m not careful) that are giving me a lot of grief.
After careful consideration, getting advice from a ton of people, and a lot of tears, I’ve decided to end my senior year track season after I race one last 1500 tomorrow at championships. My coaches and I decided that to continue to race after that would just make my injuries escalate, which is the last thing I want heading into my first season of college cross country.
I really, really wanted to get as close to 4:40 as possible in the 1500 this year, and all of those post-season meets in May and June were supposed to be my chance to do so. However, it clearly isn’t in the cards, and I have to accept that. No more tears.
Above is a text from my future coach, referring to my race tomorrow. Even though I’m injured, I’m still going to give it my all. I still want that sub-4:50, and I’m going to try my hardest to get it in my final high school race. I just have to believe in myself.

anonymous asked:

it seriously bothers me when people try to insult bigbang and their comeback. i've been having an extremely bad time in life lately and bigbang have been keeping me going.

I’m here for you anon<3 Alot of people I know laugh when I say that Big Bang has actually helped me get through a lot of things and they just say I shouldn’t rely on a band. But it’s more like an escape from everything in life you know? I mean I’ve got so many essays due and it stressed me out so I decided to take a break and watch their episode of Healing Camp and somehow after watching that I felt better and more determined to get my work done. I mean it’s a small thing but for everyone it’s different in how a band affects them.

I usually get over a band around 6 months to one year. But I’ve been a VIP for around over 4 years now. It makes sense when fans get mad because for alot of us our favourite bands are an escape and we feel like we can relate to them.

I definitely get why you’re bothered when people insult Big Bang because it’s almost like a part of yourself is hurt. People tell fangirls to get over it but have you seen sports fans when their team loses?

Keep going and you’ll get through it! Bad times come and go and they make you stronger<3 Leave me a message if you ever wish to talk :)

dannyisawolfblood asked:

Hello again. I was hoping you could please write a fluff piece of Laura and Danny going apartment shopping

Fluffy Hollence stuff coming up.

A year and a half into their relationship, Laura and Danny decide it’s as good a time as any to move in together. Neither one of them is terribly picky about how the apartment is set up, how many rooms, or the size of the rooms. As long as it lands within their price range they would be happy, with the exception of one little thing.

“I really like this one.” Laura said after checking out the entirety of the empty  apartment. “It’s cute. Plus, fireplace! I could make s’mores in the winter!”

“Yeah, but we forgot to check one thing.” Danny says, motioning for Laura to join her in the kitchen. When the blonde reaches her girlfriend, Danny places her hands on the small girl’s waist and backs her up to the counter. “Counter top check.” And she lifts the tiny girl up to sit on the counter. Unlike in every other apartment they had checked out, this counter top sat just high enough that Laura and Danny were face to face when Laura was sitting on the counter. They had turned down countless other apartments because the kitchen counter was either too high or too low.

“Well,” Laura said as she wrapped her arms around the red head’s middle, pulling her in closer, “satisfied?”

Danny grinned as she leaned in, hands on either side of Laura’s waist flat against the table top, pressing their foreheads together, “Incredibly satisfied.” Then she leaned further in, pressing their lips together. It was a fairly innocent kiss until Laura curled her fingers into Danny’s belt loops and pulled her further in to deepen the kiss. It wasn’t until they heard a throat clearing from the living area that they snapped back to reality. The landlord was kindly turned away from their show of affection, a slight smirk on their face. 

“Well,” Laura said, reeling her head back in from the clouds, “I think this will do nicely.”

“Well then,” Danny said, helping the small girl off the counter, “let’s go sign a lease.”

Saril here ! This is an old Crunch Bandicoot fanart I did looooong ago. He’s slidding on Dingodile the same way Crash is sliding on Cortex in Twinsanity.

This Crunch is a composite of various Crunch designs from various Crash Bandicoot games.

At first, this pic was just a linear with ton of errors and the background was just made of pointy mountains, but when I decided to finish it for good (like two years after I drew it), I changed the background for a more accurate one to make it looks like Cortex’s icy island from Twinsanity.

Still here. Still a lawyer. But something has changed...

It’s been a long time since logged into this account. But just wanted to let you all know that I’m still here. I’m still a lawyer. But something has changed. After over three years of hating my career choice, I decided to pursue a passion. While I am still working at my firm to make ends meet (stupid student loans…), I am now also starting a side business as a wedding photographer :) Photography has always been a passion of mine, and why not make it into something more? I have booked seven weddings for this year, and a few prospective ones for next year. I’m excited. But for the sake of anonymity, I won’t share my business name with you quite yet. Maybe soon.

And yes, to those sending me messages, I still believe friends DO NOT let friends go to law school.

More later. XOXO.

I wanted to be a published author since I was tiny. I mean I was about six when I decided that one day, I wanted to make a book, because I loved books and books were awesome. So yes. I would make one. Almost 30 years later, here I am. I have made a book :)

However, what they don’t tell you is how addictive it is. I want to make another one. I want to make a billionty more! I want to write ALL THE THINGS!

(Also, omg, people give me money for my words! This is shocking and new, after 20 years of fanfic! And my headcanon for characters is actually canon because they are mine! This is all mindblowing!)

justsomekinkyshit asked:

Sounds like a fucking blast... what got you into tumblr and more specifically the naked side of tumblr?

Well I got my very very first tumblr back in early 2010, my at the time best friend was obsessed with it and convinced me to make one. I barely used it and deleted it. Then around 2012 I made a new one and just had personal ones I used for the fuck of them. Then I realized there’s blogs dedicated to weed and others for sex. So after a while of just putting it off for a few years, ending of last year around november ish I finally decided I should made my first non-personal blog, but I couldn’t pick if I wanted to make a sex blog or a weed blog, and since I’m horny like 89% of the time and smoke a lot of weed I’d make a blog for both things and post/reblog stuff that I like or wanna try and basically just everything in my head that has to do with weed or sex. 

The Secret Meeting That Changed Rap Music And Destroyed A Generation

This makes a lot of sense to me…

Our pals at Noisey just ran an interview with “Freeway”, a man who claims to be the original Rick Ross, it’s a great read for lots of reasons, but it also touches on an anonymous email that rap journalists and bloggers received last year, which we’ve put right here:


After more than 20 years, I’ve finally decided to tell the world what I witnessed in 1991, which I believe was one of the biggest turning point in popular music, and ultimately American society. I have struggled for a long time weighing the pros and cons of making this story public as I was reluctant to implicate the individuals who were present that day. So I’ve simply decided to leave out names and all the details that may risk my personal well being and that of those who were, like me, dragged into something they weren’t ready for.

Between the late 80’s and early 90’s, I was what you may call a “decision maker” with one of the more established company in the music industry. I came from Europe in the early 80’s and quickly established myself in the business. The industry was different back then. Since technology and media weren’t accessible to people like they are today, the industry had more control over the public and had the means to influence them anyway it wanted. This may explain why in early 1991, I was invited to attend a closed door meeting with a small group of music business insiders to discuss rap music’s new direction. Little did I know that we would be asked to participate in one of the most unethical and destructive business practice I’ve ever seen.

The meeting was held at a private residence on the outskirts of Los Angeles. I remember about 25 to 30 people being there, most of them familiar faces. Speaking to those I knew, we joked about the theme of the meeting as many of us did not care for rap music and failed to see the purpose of being invited to a private gathering to discuss its future. Among the attendees was a small group of unfamiliar faces who stayed to themselves and made no attempt to socialize beyond their circle. Based on their behavior and formal appearances, they didn’t seem to be in our industry. Our casual chatter was interrupted when we were asked to sign a confidentiality agreement preventing us from publicly discussing the information presented during the meeting. Needless to say, this intrigued and in some cases disturbed many of us. The agreement was only a page long but very clear on the matter and consequences which stated that violating the terms would result in job termination. We asked several people what this meeting was about and the reason for such secrecy but couldn’t find anyone who had answers for us. A few people refused to sign and walked out. No one stopped them. I was tempted to follow but curiosity got the best of me. A man who was part of the “unfamiliar” group collected the agreements from us.

Quickly after the meeting began, one of my industry colleagues (who shall remain nameless like everyone else) thanked us for attending. He then gave the floor to a man who only introduced himself by first name and gave no further details about his personal background. I think he was the owner of the residence but it was never confirmed. He briefly praised all of us for the success we had achieved in our industry and congratulated us for being selected as part of this small group of “decision makers”. At this point I begin to feel slightly uncomfortable at the strangeness of this gathering. The subject quickly changed as the speaker went on to tell us that the respective companies we represented had invested in a very profitable industry which could become even more rewarding with our active involvement. He explained that the companies we work for had invested millions into the building of privately owned prisons and that our positions of influence in the music industry would actually impact the profitability of these investments.

I remember many of us in the group immediately looking at each other in confusion. At the time, I didn’t know what a private prison was but I wasn’t the only one. Sure enough, someone asked what these prisons were and what any of this had to do with us. We were told that these prisons were built by privately owned companies who received funding from the government based on the number of inmates. The more inmates, the more money the government would pay these prisons. It was also made clear to us that since these prisons are privately owned, as they become publicly traded, we’d be able to buy shares. Most of us were taken back by this. Again, a couple of people asked what this had to do with us. At this point, my industry colleague who had first opened the meeting took the floor again and answered our questions. He told us that since our employers had become silent investors in this prison business, it was now in their interest to make sure that these prisons remained filled.

Our job would be to help make this happen by marketing music which promotes criminal behavior, rap being the music of choice. He a.ssured us that this would be a great situation for us because rap music was becoming an increasingly profitable market for our companies, and as employee, we’d also be able to buy personal stocks in these prisons. Immediately, silence came over the room. You could have heard a pin drop. I remember looking around to make sure I wasn’t dreaming and saw half of the people with dropped jaws. My daze was interrupted when someone shouted, “Is this a f****** joke?”

At this point things became chaotic. Two of the men who were part of the “unfamiliar” group grabbed the man who shouted out and attempted to remove him from the house. A few of us, myself included, tried to intervene. One of them pulled out a gun and we all backed off. They separated us from the crowd and all four of us were escorted outside. My industry colleague who had opened the meeting earlier hurried out to meet us and reminded us that we had signed agreement and would suffer the consequences of speaking about this publicly or even with those who attended the meeting. I asked him why he was involved with something this corrupt and he replied that it was bigger than the music business and nothing we’d want to challenge without risking consequences. We all protested and as he walked back into the house I remember word for word the last thing he said, “It’s out of my hands now. Remember you signed an agreement.” He then closed the door behind him. The men rushed us to our cars and actually watched until we drove off.

A million things were going through my mind as I drove away and I eventually decided to pull over and park on a side street in order to collect my thoughts. I replayed everything in my mind repeatedly and it all seemed very surreal to me. I was angry with myself for not having taken a more active role in questioning what had been presented to us. I’d like to believe the shock of it all is what suspended my better nature.

After what seemed like an eternity, I was able to calm myself enough to make it home. I didn’t talk or call anyone that night. The next day back at the office, I was visibly out of it but blamed it on being under the weather. No one else in my department had been invited to the meeting and I felt a sense of guilt for not being able to share what I had witnessed. I thought about contacting the 3 others who wear kicked out of the house but I didn’t remember their names and thought that tracking them down would probably bring unwanted attention. I considered speaking out publicly at the risk of losing my job but I realized I’d probably be jeopardizing more than my job and I wasn’t willing to risk anything happening to my family.

I thought about those men with guns and wondered who they were? I had been told that this was bigger than the music business and all I could do was let my imagination run free. There were no answers and no one to talk to. I tried to do a little bit of research on private prisons but didn’t uncover anything about the music business’ involvement. However, the information I did find confirmed how dangerous this prison business really was. Days turned into weeks and weeks into months. Eventually, it was as if the meeting had never taken place. It all seemed surreal. I became more reclusive and stopped going to any industry events unless professionally obligated to do so. On two occasions, I found myself attending the same function as my former colleague. Both times, our eyes met but nothing more was exchanged.

As the months passed, rap music had definitely changed direction. I was never a fan of it but even I could tell the difference. Rap acts that talked about politics or harmless fun were quickly fading away as gangster rap started dominating the airwaves. Only a few months had passed since the meeting but I suspect that the ideas presented that day had been successfully implemented.

It was as if the order has been given to all major label executives. The music was climbing the charts and most companies when more than happy to capitalize on it. Each one was churning out their very own gangster rap acts on an a.ssembly line. Everyone bought into it, consumers included. Violence and drug use became a central theme in most rap music. I spoke to a few of my peers in the industry to get their opinions on the new trend but was told repeatedly that it was all about supply and demand. Sadly many of them even expressed that the music reinforced their prejudice of minorities.

I officially quit the music business in 1993 but my heart had already left months before. I broke ties with the majority of my peers and removed myself from this thing I had once loved. I took some time off, returned to Europe for a few years, settled out of state, and lived a “quiet” life away from the world of entertainment. As the years passed, I managed to keep my secret, fearful of sharing it with the wrong person but also a little ashamed of not having had the balls to blow the whistle. But as rap got worse, my guilt grew.

Fortunately, in the late 90’s, having the internet as a resource which wasn’t at my disposal in the early days made it easier for me to investigate what is now labeled the prison industrial complex. Now that I have a greater understanding of how private prisons operate, things make much more sense than they ever have. I see how the criminalization of rap music played a big part in promoting racial stereotypes and misguided so many impressionable young minds into adopting these glorified criminal behaviors which often lead to incarceration.

Twenty years of guilt is a heavy load to carry but the least I can do now is to share my story, hoping that fans of rap music realize how they’ve been used for the past 2 decades. Although I plan on remaining anonymous for obvious reasons, my goal now is to get this information out to as many people as possible. Please help me spread the word. Hopefully, others who attended the meeting back in 1991 will be inspired by this and tell their own stories. Most importantly, if only one life has been touched by my story, I pray it makes the weight of my guilt a little more tolerable.

Thank you.
Written by Don’t Panic

anonymous asked:

Just need to get this out feel free to ignore. Me and my boyfriend are really bad for each other. Its not abusive or anything we just argue all the time. We have tried being broken up and we just can't handle seeing each other with other people. I feel almost like I can't breathe when he is not around. Thing is we just don't seem to be able to be together either. Its like we need each other to function but we don't like being around each other that much.

Hey sweetie,

I totally get this. I had this boyfriend once, I truly loved him but he could make me so sad and mad. We were together for more than one year when I decided to break up because I was more sad then happy during our relationship. But breaking up was one of the hardest things I did and after 10 days I just went back to him. But in the end, nothing had changed. We still argued, he still bored me and he even did not get me a birthday present (that was like 2 weeks after we got back together). That was when I decided I did not want to spend the rest of my life with him. 

Your boyfriend should make you happy. And he can’t do that all the time, but most of the time should be good and not bad. You deserve that. So I think that you should or try to make it work and maybe try something like relationship therapy. (I’ll add some links with things you can try without actually going to a therapist). OR you should think about yourself and your future if that does not work (or you know it won’t) and break up with him. It will be hard but you’ll get over him after some time. If you decide to break up, give yourself all the time you need. Make sure you are busy, start a new hobby, go out with friends, do some volunteering,… And make a list off all the reasons he’s not the person you want to stay with for the rest of your life. Here is also a page with a lot of good tips for comping with a breakup we made. 

And here are some links to sites where you can find tips on how to argue less:

It could also be a good idea to talk about this with someone you trust who knows both of you to orden your thoughts and maybe get some more specific and personal advice. Your friends might’ve noticed your stressed or sad or… since you started dating him. SomethingI can’t tell. 

Also, if you decide you want to work on it, talk about your boyfriend first. Tell him what’s going on in your thoughts and how you feel. Tell him you want to work on it but you can’t do that on your own. But if you both want to work on this, it should have some chance to succeed!

But in the end, think about yourself and your future first!



Making a baby has been the hardest thing I have had to do...

As many of you know, we struggled for years with infertility…convinced it was just timing and not actually infertility, we tried on our own for years. But after years of having names picked out and picturing our older boys as big brothers, we finally decided to reach out for help.
We had failed clomid cycles and IUI’s as well as three failed IVF cycles. And right as we were going to throw the towel in we tried one more time and were blessed with the most beautiful miracle that hands down was and continues to be worth the wait, the struggles, the sacrifices, the tears, and fears we had to face.
We were very quit about our first journey, it was new and scary grounds for us and we were completely insecure and unsure of everything…so why am I now sharing a glimpse of the infertility struggle we went through…well, because we are crazy enough to try again.
As I write this, I am filled with excitement, the thought of another little person coming into our home and hearts seems to good to be true. I am filled with fear, because there is a chance that it very much could be to good to be true and that this journey doesn’t end with another Maguin mircle. I’m filled with guilt, we have been so blessed already and here we are selfishly asking for more… I can’t help but look over at my two blessing over taking my bed as I write this with the light of the T.V….I’m so truly in love with my kids and facing this struggle only makes me more aware of what a true blessing and miracle they each are.
We are cautiously excited, as we know that our journey has but two roads, with prayer and each other we know that regardless the outcome, we still come out a family with love and God in the center. We invite you on our journey and ask for your support, and prayer.



After much thought and deliberation, I have come to a decision (more or less) on my line up of cosplays for Otafest this year.

FRIDAY - Jin Kisaragi (Blazblue). Honestly, I can’t go to a con and not wear this one. I love it a lot

SATURDAY - Rosalina (Super Mario Galaxy). Rosalina’s my big one this year, so she gets the main day

SUNDAY - ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (We just don’t know). Sunday’s cosplay will be decided based on a lot of factors. I’m in the process of making a Lie Ren cosplay, but I’ve worked myself to death over it and I just don’t think I can finish everything in time. Most likely, I will have my Team JNPR shirt arrive this week and wear a “casual” Lie Ren that day, but if not I will be picking out one of my other cosplays. If, by some miracle, I am able to complete my entire Lie Ren cosplay by Sunday, I will be wearing that.

anonymous asked:

I am having a really hard time finding a job. I got a call back from a coffee shop telling me they found someone else. I've applied everywhere and I can't afford to get my car inspected people keep asking me if I've gotten a job and its super stress.

I’m so sorry, I couldn’t get on my computer for a couple days.

this tugs on my heart strings, I hate how much stress this society causes on us. I tried for years to find a job after being laid off from my first job when I was 16. I never got one. I sent applications, I called back, I made impressions, I shook hands, but I never got a call back. I decided to set up my shop 4 years ago just as a way to make some extra money, I never knew that I’d get such a wonderful response and that I’d still be doing it today.

there are alternatives to finding a basic job. more and more people these days are finding ways to support themselves and finding it to be much more rewarding than working under someone else for some company or corporation.

don’t get discouraged, definitely keep trying. it takes time whether you’re finding a job or opening up your own business. if you do consider trying to support yourself: do your research first and find other people who are operating online businesses themselves. I posted this article recently and it’s the best advice I’ve read yet for starting your own business -

I know running a shop isn’t for everyone and might not be something that you want to do. but if the job thing is really stressing you out, just consider it as another option. :)