Deanna Jordan, a 28-year-old single mom of three boys, just graduated from UCLA with three (three!) degrees. Jordan, who grew up in Compton in Los Angeles, had her three sons from ages 18-22. Jordan told news station CBS2 that she knew she had a rough road ahead. “I had him and in the hospital I remember thinking, ‘I’m 22, there’s no future unless I can create one,’” so that’s exactly what she did.
Jordan became the first person in her family to attend college, and she now holds two bachelor’s degrees and a master’s degree. She’s also the founder of a program that aims to assist in revitalizing education in Compton schools. Jordan works in the Compton mayor’s office and plans to eventually head to law school to become a district attorney. “You can’t really succeed unless you fail, and I failed a lot of times, but it was my persistence and my willingness never to give up,” she said. I am totally inspired. [Clutch]
My best friend works at a handmade art market in Portland. She meets a lot of interesting people when she’s sitting at her booth selling necklaces — earth mamas who share recipes for homemade toothpaste, wood carvers who claim very matter-of-factly that they were born on a different planet, chakra healers and aura seers and everyone in between. A few weeks ago, she texted me about a young hippie writer who had stopped by the market as part of his nomadic journey across the country and offered to pay for his items with “trippy treats” instead of money (I die for details like this).
“He said something really cool while we were talking,” she wrote in her message. “He said that life is about choosing paths. We all must choose a path at any given time, and there is no right or wrong path, but there is always a path with more heart. When you choose the path with more heart, life becomes easier and happier.”
I stared at her text for a moment, letting the words sink in. I thought about all the paths I’ve taken, the way I’ve drastically altered the course of my life over the past few years, the way I’ve been itching to alter it again, and damn, let me tell you: hippie kid knows what’s up. Keep reading »
You’re an adult now. It’s time to stop jotting things down on receipts and scraps of paper you found in your junk drawer. Whether you’re a writer who always needs a notebook handy, a dreamer who finds inspiration in everyday life or just your average on-the-move guy or gal, your daily musings and messages deserve to live in a real journal (and no, stacks of napkins do not count). We found 10 awesome journals with statements of their own to help you get organized, and may even inspire you to clean out that junk drawer. Click through the gallery to check ‘em out!
This past week was ROUGH. Between the misogyny-fueled massacre in Santa Barbara and the misogynist backlash that followed (not to mention the passing of Maya Angelou and an array of other sad stories), if you paid any attention to the news or the internet this week, there’s a very good chance you lost whatever faith in humanity you had left. There’s a lot of shitty things going on in the world right now, yes, but let’s not forget there are positive things happening too. Here are 10 recent stories — some silly, some serious, all uniquely life-affirming — that prove we shouldn’t give up hope just yet… Keep reading »
“Never be so faithful to your plan that you are unwilling to consider the unexpected. Never be so faithful to your plan that you are unwilling to entertain the improbable opportunity that comes looking for you. And never be so faithful to your plan that when you hit a bump in the road — or when the bumps hit you — you don’t have the fortitude, grace and resiliency to rethink and regroup. Plans or no plans, keep a little space in your heart for the improbable. You won’t regret it.”
Senator Elizabeth Warren shared this gem of wisdom when asked what she wishes she could tell her 22-year-old self. So valid and applicable, no matter what your age or career path. Consider this reason #4,598 that Elizabeth is on my short list of Women Who I Regularly Pretend Are My Mom. [Huffington Post]