This post reinforces something I saw on here today: that women fear the judgement of other women more than they value the truth; that they would rather fit in, rather be accepted by the group, than acknowledge what they know to be true. Because tell me, what does it matter what a bunch of random women think about your own man?
Didn’t refer to him as your husband, mention any leadership qualities, skills, integrity, discipline, intelligence, being hard-working, etc.
Just a baby daddy, providing trips & gifts.
Lol.
If you’re applying for the Chevening scholarship you might way to take a look at this essay structure and sample shared by “Aikzat” on instagram.
Good luck 🍀
Some plyometrics & reactive speed work will turn strength into speed 🔥
Full Workout 3x30s:
Box Jumps
Side Skates
Pogo Jumps
Side to Side
Squat Twists
Lunge Jumps
Lunge to High Knee
Single Leg Knee Drive
Single Leg High Knee
Save these and try them in your next workout 💪🏼
the art of holding a good conversation:
number one tip: ASK FOLLOW-UP QUESTIONS!!!!
when someone mentions:
their job -> ask how they like it
a hobby -> ask how they got into it
a trip -> ask what the best part was
literally anything -> ask one more question about it
people drop little clues about themselves ALL. THE TIME. but most people miss it because they don't ask any follow ups.
this is what separates small talk from real convos people!!!
lean in & watch your social life transform!!
You learn a lot about someone by watching how they behave when someone they quietly looked down on begins surpassing them. Secure people will revise their opinion, whilst insecure people will start looking for reasons why what they’ve achieved is illegitimate or doesn’t count.
I used to think community was a weakness, a lie told by the useless to enslave the strong. i lived for myself, only myself, chasing every high, thrill, every new numbness i could pour into my veins. my drama was my addiction, ego was my god, and when i finally broke into so many pieces nobody could recognize me, there was not a single hand there to help me back up, because i never extended my own hand to anyone else. the rich man will learn this lesson when his empire of dust finally crumbles. the machines will not care who he fed or cared for. all the money he poured into himself will mean nothing because none of it ever went to anyone else. the wise man cultivates tribe, grows bonds stronger than dollars, because he can see the cracks in the sky