“Do you want the rock or rubber band?”
On stage, three young people stood blinking in the bright lights. A lady on the older side of middle age presented them with the two objects. What did they choose? The rock with an engraved plaque, memorializing their years of active service in the community club? Or the rubber band, memorializing…well, an engineering wonder of looped elastic rubber?
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I’m suffering from a condition called S.O.B. (SOcial media Burnout).
This condition is a result of my brain obsessing over “the next thing” to put out on social media. What is something funny and creative I can share on Instagram stories? A cool angle or intriguing shot to post to my Instagram feed? A witty snippet to tweet on Twitter?
And it has left me burned out. Sharing and scrolling are not fun anymore. Is it time for drastic measures?
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In Fantastic Beast and Where to Find Them, the runaway niffler creates some of the best scenes in the movie. Set in the expanded universe of Harry Potter, Newt Scamander is traveling with a suitcase of magical creatures to New York City. Seventy years later, Harry studies a textbook, Fantastic Beast and Where to Find Them, by none other than Newt Scamander.
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“It smells like a horse in here,” a kid proclaimed.
The monorail doors closed as we began our rapture to the magical destination. I was at Magic Kingdom twelve years ago as a 10-year-old. Now, a 10-year-old’s observation shook me out of my vision of past memories and anticipation of the coming magic. I sniffed. It did smell like a horse. The barn air was unmistakable, but I was more surprised where I was smelling this — on a monorail taking my family to Disney.
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All gardeners know how dangerous a beautiful seed catalog is.
My obsession with seeds, vegetables, and plants started at age 12. By then, I had devoured biographies and histories of settlers, pioneers, and backwoodsmen. The reason I loved all these books could be traced back to one source: Little House on the Prairie.
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Checking the bees is a delightful chore.
I grab my hive smoker and matches. Last month, I ran out of the small wooden pellets, the fuel for my smoker. Now I use pine needles — thin, dry, and combustible. Great for starting a fire and getting thick, white smoke right away.
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You know you play too much frisbee when you break a heavy-duty, official Discraft 175 gram UltraStar — aka., the best frisbee ever.
I started thinking about why I love frisbee so much. Maybe it is how anyone of any age can play. Or the ability to play offense and defense simultaneously. More than anything, I know the reason is more selfish.
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I aspire to be a creator and storyteller.
Discovering, creating, making – these verbs define who I am. While they propel me to action, deep down, I want others to share in my passion. To care about the things I discover, create, and make.
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I use to work at a grocery store when I was in college. One day, I was working with my friend Tyler on aisle 8. As a customer walked by, Tyler turned around and exclaimed:
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At the beginning of 2016, I decided to write down three things I was grateful for. Every single day.
The real question was how consistent I would be.
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