#lifestory — Public Fediverse posts

https://www.wacoca.com/2153149/ 【恋空】初めてのサボりデートで彼の家へ…美嘉の恋が一気に動き出す｜映画解説・前編 #AnuragerChowa #AnuragerSowa #AragakiYui #BanglaNatok #BanglaNews #BanglaShortFilm #ComedyNatok #ComedyShortFilm #DihanPoriNatok #DihanerNatok #FunnyNatok #LifeStory #LoveStory #NatokNew #NewNatok #news #ShortFilm #vadaima #YuiAragaki #অনুরাগেরছোঁয়া #新垣結衣

https://www.wacoca.com/2153149/ 【恋空】初めてのサボりデートで彼の家へ…美嘉の恋が一気に動き出す｜映画解説・前編 #AnuragerChowa #AnuragerSowa #AragakiYui #BanglaNatok #BanglaNews #BanglaShortFilm #ComedyNatok #ComedyShortFilm #DihanPoriNatok #DihanerNatok #FunnyNatok #LifeStory #LoveStory #NatokNew #NewNatok #news #ShortFilm #vadaima #YuiAragaki #অনুরাগেরছোঁয়া #新垣結衣

https://www.wacoca.com/media/757703/ 『マルモのおきて』第1話｜ドラマ解説：親友の突然の死…残された双子が引き離される残酷な運命 #AnuragerChowa #AnuragerSowa #BanglaNatok #BanglaNews #BanglaShortFilm #ComedyNatok #ComedyShortFilm #DihanPoriNatok #DihanerNatok #drama #FunnyNatok #LifeStory #LoveStory #NatokNew #NewNatok #NEWS #ShortFilm #vadaima #অনুরাগেরছোঁয়া #ドラマ #ドラマ解説

Banking to Green - Becoming an Energy Efficiency Nerd (2017) - Learn how I got from Lehman Brothers investment banking IT to solar PV and storage bothering, 10 years in... #lifeStory #optimisation - https://www.earth.org.uk/Optimising-from-Banking-to-Energy.html

Banking to Green - Becoming an Energy Efficiency Nerd (2017) - Learn how I got from Lehman Brothers investment banking IT to solar PV and storage bothering, 10 years in... #lifeStory #optimisation - https://www.earth.org.uk/Optimising-from-Banking-to-Energy.html

Banking to Green - Becoming an Energy Efficiency Nerd (2017) - Learn how I got from Lehman Brothers investment banking IT to solar PV and storage bothering, 10 years in... #lifeStory #optimisation - https://www.earth.org.uk/Optimising-from-Banking-to-Energy.html

Banking to Green - Becoming an Energy Efficiency Nerd (2017) - Learn how I got from Lehman Brothers investment banking IT to solar PV and storage bothering, 10 years in... #lifeStory #optimisation - https://www.earth.org.uk/Optimising-from-Banking-to-Energy.html

Banking to Green - Becoming an Energy Efficiency Nerd (2017) - Learn how I got from Lehman Brothers investment banking IT to solar PV and storage bothering, 10 years in... #lifeStory #optimisation - https://www.earth.org.uk/Optimising-from-Banking-to-Energy.html

I watched her love that not-quite-a-pig with her whole face, and I realized I wasn't wishing she'd stay this way.

I was wishing I could remember how. #lifestory

I watched her love that not-quite-a-pig with her whole face, and I realized I wasn't wishing she'd stay this way.

I was wishing I could remember how. #lifestory

I watched her love that not-quite-a-pig with her whole face, and I realized I wasn't wishing she'd stay this way.

I was wishing I could remember how. #lifestory

I watched her love that not-quite-a-pig with her whole face, and I realized I wasn't wishing she'd stay this way.

I was wishing I could remember how. #lifestory

I watched her love that not-quite-a-pig with her whole face, and I realized I wasn't wishing she'd stay this way.

I was wishing I could remember how. #lifestory

Anna has now told everyone in the house that she got mail. She still can't tell you one word it said.

That's not the letter failing. That's the letter working exactly as designed.

I'm still learning to aim that well. #lifestory

Anna has now told everyone in the house that she got mail. She still can't tell you one word it said.

That's not the letter failing. That's the letter working exactly as designed.

I'm still learning to aim that well. #lifestory

Anna has now told everyone in the house that she got mail. She still can't tell you one word it said.

That's not the letter failing. That's the letter working exactly as designed.

I'm still learning to aim that well. #lifestory

Anna has now told everyone in the house that she got mail. She still can't tell you one word it said.

That's not the letter failing. That's the letter working exactly as designed.

I'm still learning to aim that well. #lifestory

Anna has now told everyone in the house that she got mail. She still can't tell you one word it said.

That's not the letter failing. That's the letter working exactly as designed.

I'm still learning to aim that well. #lifestory

I'm the one with the bigger hands now.

I want to be that quiet about it.

Some days I am. Some days I still want someone to know I did the other ninety-six. #lifestory

I'm the one with the bigger hands now.

I want to be that quiet about it.

Some days I am. Some days I still want someone to know I did the other ninety-six. #lifestory

I'm the one with the bigger hands now.

I want to be that quiet about it.

Some days I am. Some days I still want someone to know I did the other ninety-six. #lifestory

I'm the one with the bigger hands now.

I want to be that quiet about it.

Some days I am. Some days I still want someone to know I did the other ninety-six. #lifestory

I'm the one with the bigger hands now.

I want to be that quiet about it.

Some days I am. Some days I still want someone to know I did the other ninety-six. #lifestory

Banking to Green - Becoming an Energy Efficiency Nerd (2017) - Learn how I got from Lehman Brothers investment banking IT to solar PV and storage bothering, 10 years in... #lifeStory #optimisation - https://www.earth.org.uk/Optimising-from-Banking-to-Energy.html

Banking to Green - Becoming an Energy Efficiency Nerd (2017) - Learn how I got from Lehman Brothers investment banking IT to solar PV and storage bothering, 10 years in... #lifeStory #optimisation - https://www.earth.org.uk/Optimising-from-Banking-to-Energy.html

Banking to Green - Becoming an Energy Efficiency Nerd (2017) - Learn how I got from Lehman Brothers investment banking IT to solar PV and storage bothering, 10 years in... #lifeStory #optimisation - https://www.earth.org.uk/Optimising-from-Banking-to-Energy.html

Banking to Green - Becoming an Energy Efficiency Nerd (2017) - Learn how I got from Lehman Brothers investment banking IT to solar PV and storage bothering, 10 years in... #lifeStory #optimisation - https://www.earth.org.uk/Optimising-from-Banking-to-Energy.html

Banking to Green - Becoming an Energy Efficiency Nerd (2017) - Learn how I got from Lehman Brothers investment banking IT to solar PV and storage bothering, 10 years in... #lifeStory #optimisation - https://www.earth.org.uk/Optimising-from-Banking-to-Energy.html

AGED FIVE, I GOT
FAR ENOUGH AWAY TO SEE 💎

When I was about five years old, I spent two years in a children’s sanatorium.

At the time, I had no idea what that would mean for the rest of my life. Looking back now, I think it was one of the great turning points of my childhood.

And strangely enough, I am grateful for it.

For two years, I was removed from my family and placed somewhere else entirely. Other adults. Other children. Other routines. Other ways of being. It gave me something I could not possibly have named at five.

DISTANCE.

When I eventually returned home, I had already discovered something enormously important. My family was not the whole world. I could stand outside it and see it.

And what I saw, increasingly, was that there was very little about my family that felt real or loving. In fact, I think I experienced more genuine warmth with some of the nurses and children at the sanatorium than I ever did at home. There was family in the biological sense. But I don’t think there was much family in the deeper sense at all.

Years later, at about fifteen, I told my parents I was homosexual.

That was the end of home.

I didn’t leave after a teenage argument and come back a few weeks later. There was nowhere to come back to. I had left because I had to. And when I left, it was over.

I sometimes watch films about people who grow up in brutal, loveless families and later become terribly damaged adults. Psychopaths. Serial killers. People whose childhoods seem almost designed to produce catastrophe. And occasionally I recognise something.

NOT WHAT THEY BECAME.

The beginning. The absence. The emotional coldness. And the fear. The strange knowledge, very young, that whatever happened next, you were largely on your own.

There was my sister.

For a long time, I think I allowed myself to believe that because she was still there, some part of the family remained. But even that relationship eventually forced me to look again. Sometimes the hardest thing is not losing a family. It is realising that what you thought you had may never really have been there. And yet something else was there.

Some capacity to stand outside it. To see it without having to pretend it was something else. Perhaps that began in the sanatorium. At five years old, without knowing it, I got far enough away to see. I learned that the family I had been born into was not the measure of reality.

And for that, strangely enough, I am truly grateful.

@3goodthings
@DigitalCoup
@meditation
@economics_that_works
@startrek

#Childhood #Family #LGBTQ #Survival #Perspective #LifeStory #love #security #grateful #warmth #pride

AGED FIVE, I GOT
FAR ENOUGH AWAY TO SEE 💎

When I was about five years old, I spent two years in a children’s sanatorium.

At the time, I had no idea what that would mean for the rest of my life. Looking back now, I think it was one of the great turning points of my childhood.

And strangely enough, I am grateful for it.

For two years, I was removed from my family and placed somewhere else entirely. Other adults. Other children. Other routines. Other ways of being. It gave me something I could not possibly have named at five.

DISTANCE.

When I eventually returned home, I had already discovered something enormously important. My family was not the whole world. I could stand outside it and see it.

And what I saw, increasingly, was that there was very little about my family that felt real or loving. In fact, I think I experienced more genuine warmth with some of the nurses and children at the sanatorium than I ever did at home. There was family in the biological sense. But I don’t think there was much family in the deeper sense at all.

Years later, at about fifteen, I told my parents I was homosexual.

That was the end of home.

I didn’t leave after a teenage argument and come back a few weeks later. There was nowhere to come back to. I had left because I had to. And when I left, it was over.

I sometimes watch films about people who grow up in brutal, loveless families and later become terribly damaged adults. Psychopaths. Serial killers. People whose childhoods seem almost designed to produce catastrophe. And occasionally I recognise something.

NOT WHAT THEY BECAME.

The beginning. The absence. The emotional coldness. And the fear. The strange knowledge, very young, that whatever happened next, you were largely on your own.

There was my sister.

For a long time, I think I allowed myself to believe that because she was still there, some part of the family remained. But even that relationship eventually forced me to look again. Sometimes the hardest thing is not losing a family. It is realising that what you thought you had may never really have been there. And yet something else was there.

Some capacity to stand outside it. To see it without having to pretend it was something else. Perhaps that began in the sanatorium. At five years old, without knowing it, I got far enough away to see. I learned that the family I had been born into was not the measure of reality.

And for that, strangely enough, I am truly grateful.

@3goodthings
@DigitalCoup
@meditation
@economics_that_works
@startrek

#Childhood #Family #LGBTQ #Survival #Perspective #LifeStory #love #security #grateful #warmth #pride

AGED FIVE, I GOT
FAR ENOUGH AWAY TO SEE 💎

When I was about five years old, I spent two years in a children’s sanatorium.

At the time, I had no idea what that would mean for the rest of my life. Looking back now, I think it was one of the great turning points of my childhood.

And strangely enough, I am grateful for it.

For two years, I was removed from my family and placed somewhere else entirely. Other adults. Other children. Other routines. Other ways of being. It gave me something I could not possibly have named at five.

DISTANCE.

When I eventually returned home, I had already discovered something enormously important. My family was not the whole world. I could stand outside it and see it.

And what I saw, increasingly, was that there was very little about my family that felt real or loving. In fact, I think I experienced more genuine warmth with some of the nurses and children at the sanatorium than I ever did at home. There was family in the biological sense. But I don’t think there was much family in the deeper sense at all.

Years later, at about fifteen, I told my parents I was homosexual.

That was the end of home.

I didn’t leave after a teenage argument and come back a few weeks later. There was nowhere to come back to. I had left because I had to. And when I left, it was over.

I sometimes watch films about people who grow up in brutal, loveless families and later become terribly damaged adults. Psychopaths. Serial killers. People whose childhoods seem almost designed to produce catastrophe. And occasionally I recognise something.

NOT WHAT THEY BECAME.

The beginning. The absence. The emotional coldness. And the fear. The strange knowledge, very young, that whatever happened next, you were largely on your own.

There was my sister.

For a long time, I think I allowed myself to believe that because she was still there, some part of the family remained. But even that relationship eventually forced me to look again. Sometimes the hardest thing is not losing a family. It is realising that what you thought you had may never really have been there. And yet something else was there.

Some capacity to stand outside it. To see it without having to pretend it was something else. Perhaps that began in the sanatorium. At five years old, without knowing it, I got far enough away to see. I learned that the family I had been born into was not the measure of reality.

And for that, strangely enough, I am truly grateful.

@3goodthings
@DigitalCoup
@meditation
@economics_that_works
@startrek

#Childhood #Family #LGBTQ #Survival #Perspective #LifeStory #love #security #grateful #warmth #pride

AGED FIVE, I GOT
FAR ENOUGH AWAY TO SEE 💎

When I was about five years old, I spent two years in a children’s sanatorium.

At the time, I had no idea what that would mean for the rest of my life. Looking back now, I think it was one of the great turning points of my childhood.

And strangely enough, I am grateful for it.

For two years, I was removed from my family and placed somewhere else entirely. Other adults. Other children. Other routines. Other ways of being. It gave me something I could not possibly have named at five.

DISTANCE.

When I eventually returned home, I had already discovered something enormously important. My family was not the whole world. I could stand outside it and see it.

And what I saw, increasingly, was that there was very little about my family that felt real or loving. In fact, I think I experienced more genuine warmth with some of the nurses and children at the sanatorium than I ever did at home. There was family in the biological sense. But I don’t think there was much family in the deeper sense at all.

Years later, at about fifteen, I told my parents I was homosexual.

That was the end of home.

I didn’t leave after a teenage argument and come back a few weeks later. There was nowhere to come back to. I had left because I had to. And when I left, it was over.

I sometimes watch films about people who grow up in brutal, loveless families and later become terribly damaged adults. Psychopaths. Serial killers. People whose childhoods seem almost designed to produce catastrophe. And occasionally I recognise something.

NOT WHAT THEY BECAME.

The beginning. The absence. The emotional coldness. And the fear. The strange knowledge, very young, that whatever happened next, you were largely on your own.

There was my sister.

For a long time, I think I allowed myself to believe that because she was still there, some part of the family remained. But even that relationship eventually forced me to look again. Sometimes the hardest thing is not losing a family. It is realising that what you thought you had may never really have been there. And yet something else was there.

Some capacity to stand outside it. To see it without having to pretend it was something else. Perhaps that began in the sanatorium. At five years old, without knowing it, I got far enough away to see. I learned that the family I had been born into was not the measure of reality.

And for that, strangely enough, I am truly grateful.

@3goodthings
@DigitalCoup
@meditation
@economics_that_works
@startrek

#Childhood #Family #LGBTQ #Survival #Perspective #LifeStory #love #security #grateful #warmth #pride

AGED FIVE, I GOT
FAR ENOUGH AWAY TO SEE 💎

When I was about five years old, I spent two years in a children’s sanatorium.

At the time, I had no idea what that would mean for the rest of my life. Looking back now, I think it was one of the great turning points of my childhood.

And strangely enough, I am grateful for it.

For two years, I was removed from my family and placed somewhere else entirely. Other adults. Other children. Other routines. Other ways of being. It gave me something I could not possibly have named at five.

DISTANCE.

When I eventually returned home, I had already discovered something enormously important. My family was not the whole world. I could stand outside it and see it.

And what I saw, increasingly, was that there was very little about my family that felt real or loving. In fact, I think I experienced more genuine warmth with some of the nurses and children at the sanatorium than I ever did at home. There was family in the biological sense. But I don’t think there was much family in the deeper sense at all.

Years later, at about fifteen, I told my parents I was homosexual.

That was the end of home.

I didn’t leave after a teenage argument and come back a few weeks later. There was nowhere to come back to. I had left because I had to. And when I left, it was over.

I sometimes watch films about people who grow up in brutal, loveless families and later become terribly damaged adults. Psychopaths. Serial killers. People whose childhoods seem almost designed to produce catastrophe. And occasionally I recognise something.

NOT WHAT THEY BECAME.

The beginning. The absence. The emotional coldness. And the fear. The strange knowledge, very young, that whatever happened next, you were largely on your own.

There was my sister.

For a long time, I think I allowed myself to believe that because she was still there, some part of the family remained. But even that relationship eventually forced me to look again. Sometimes the hardest thing is not losing a family. It is realising that what you thought you had may never really have been there. And yet something else was there.

Some capacity to stand outside it. To see it without having to pretend it was something else. Perhaps that began in the sanatorium. At five years old, without knowing it, I got far enough away to see. I learned that the family I had been born into was not the measure of reality.

And for that, strangely enough, I am truly grateful.

@3goodthings
@DigitalCoup
@meditation
@economics_that_works
@startrek

#Childhood #Family #LGBTQ #Survival #Perspective #LifeStory #love #security #grateful #warmth #pride

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You don't get to argue with what already happened. There is no if.

You only get to choose what you're measuring it against.

I picked the version where I got off easy.

Because that's the true one. #lifestory

You don't get to argue with what already happened. There is no if.

You only get to choose what you're measuring it against.

I picked the version where I got off easy.

Because that's the true one. #lifestory

You don't get to argue with what already happened. There is no if.

You only get to choose what you're measuring it against.

I picked the version where I got off easy.

Because that's the true one. #lifestory

You don't get to argue with what already happened. There is no if.

You only get to choose what you're measuring it against.

I picked the version where I got off easy.

Because that's the true one. #lifestory

You don't get to argue with what already happened. There is no if.

You only get to choose what you're measuring it against.

I picked the version where I got off easy.

Because that's the true one. #lifestory

📚🚨 NEW BOOK ALERT 🚨📚

I’m officially working on my book, Ain’t Nothin’ But Da Truth: Norris Bennett’s Life Story.

This is the real story behind the music, the grind, the pain, the health battles, the wins, the losses, and everything it took for me to still be standing and building today.

📖 Coming Soon

#NewBookAlert #AintNothinButDaTruth #DaTruth #NorrisBennett #LifeStory #Memoir #ComingSoon #SurvivalToCEO #AuthorJourney #BookComingSoon #NBDGMusicGroup

📚🚨 NEW BOOK ALERT 🚨📚

I’m officially working on my book, Ain’t Nothin’ But Da Truth: Norris Bennett’s Life Story.

This is the real story behind the music, the grind, the pain, the health battles, the wins, the losses, and everything it took for me to still be standing and building today.

📖 Coming Soon

#NewBookAlert #AintNothinButDaTruth #DaTruth #NorrisBennett #LifeStory #Memoir #ComingSoon #SurvivalToCEO #AuthorJourney #BookComingSoon #NBDGMusicGroup

📚🚨 NEW BOOK ALERT 🚨📚

I’m officially working on my book, Ain’t Nothin’ But Da Truth: Norris Bennett’s Life Story.

This is the real story behind the music, the grind, the pain, the health battles, the wins, the losses, and everything it took for me to still be standing and building today.

📖 Coming Soon

#NewBookAlert #AintNothinButDaTruth #DaTruth #NorrisBennett #LifeStory #Memoir #ComingSoon #SurvivalToCEO #AuthorJourney #BookComingSoon #NBDGMusicGroup

📚🚨 NEW BOOK ALERT 🚨📚

I’m officially working on my book, Ain’t Nothin’ But Da Truth: Norris Bennett’s Life Story.

This is the real story behind the music, the grind, the pain, the health battles, the wins, the losses, and everything it took for me to still be standing and building today.

📖 Coming Soon

#NewBookAlert #AintNothinButDaTruth #DaTruth #NorrisBennett #LifeStory #Memoir #ComingSoon #SurvivalToCEO #AuthorJourney #BookComingSoon #NBDGMusicGroup

📚🚨 NEW BOOK ALERT 🚨📚

I’m officially working on my book, Ain’t Nothin’ But Da Truth: Norris Bennett’s Life Story.

This is the real story behind the music, the grind, the pain, the health battles, the wins, the losses, and everything it took for me to still be standing and building today.

📖 Coming Soon

#NewBookAlert #AintNothinButDaTruth #DaTruth #NorrisBennett #LifeStory #Memoir #ComingSoon #SurvivalToCEO #AuthorJourney #BookComingSoon #NBDGMusicGroup

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Maybe you can't get that back as an adult. Or maybe we just stopped letting ourselves want anything that much.

My son didn't inherit my passion. He's reminding me where I left it. #lifestory

Maybe you can't get that back as an adult. Or maybe we just stopped letting ourselves want anything that much.

My son didn't inherit my passion. He's reminding me where I left it. #lifestory

Maybe you can't get that back as an adult. Or maybe we just stopped letting ourselves want anything that much.

My son didn't inherit my passion. He's reminding me where I left it. #lifestory

Maybe you can't get that back as an adult. Or maybe we just stopped letting ourselves want anything that much.

My son didn't inherit my passion. He's reminding me where I left it. #lifestory

Maybe you can't get that back as an adult. Or maybe we just stopped letting ourselves want anything that much.

My son didn't inherit my passion. He's reminding me where I left it. #lifestory

You lean on it, and you stop noticing that you've stopped bringing your full self to the task.

The machine was fine. I was the one running on empty and betting it wouldn't matter.

It mattered.

I'm keeping the tool. I'm changing the driver. #lifestory

You lean on it, and you stop noticing that you've stopped bringing your full self to the task.

The machine was fine. I was the one running on empty and betting it wouldn't matter.

It mattered.

I'm keeping the tool. I'm changing the driver. #lifestory

You lean on it, and you stop noticing that you've stopped bringing your full self to the task.

The machine was fine. I was the one running on empty and betting it wouldn't matter.

It mattered.

I'm keeping the tool. I'm changing the driver. #lifestory

You lean on it, and you stop noticing that you've stopped bringing your full self to the task.

The machine was fine. I was the one running on empty and betting it wouldn't matter.

It mattered.

I'm keeping the tool. I'm changing the driver. #lifestory

You lean on it, and you stop noticing that you've stopped bringing your full self to the task.

The machine was fine. I was the one running on empty and betting it wouldn't matter.

It mattered.

I'm keeping the tool. I'm changing the driver. #lifestory

Or maybe they're winning at a game I forgot was worth playing: the one where the relationship outlasts the round.

She'll learn to keep her card hidden. That's fine.

I hope she never fully learns to stop clapping when the other person wins. #lifestory

Or maybe they're winning at a game I forgot was worth playing: the one where the relationship outlasts the round.

She'll learn to keep her card hidden. That's fine.

I hope she never fully learns to stop clapping when the other person wins. #lifestory

Or maybe they're winning at a game I forgot was worth playing: the one where the relationship outlasts the round.

She'll learn to keep her card hidden. That's fine.

I hope she never fully learns to stop clapping when the other person wins. #lifestory

Or maybe they're winning at a game I forgot was worth playing: the one where the relationship outlasts the round.

She'll learn to keep her card hidden. That's fine.

I hope she never fully learns to stop clapping when the other person wins. #lifestory